Orijinal sözler
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The fleshing into forwandering into the northward syte of druery
Garred; my bassing into carnation firked then a wayward fact of luxury.
Sans victuals cockshut passed in slumber; in brumal greking in a farer's chamber
thy witch's boot my leg sned did render, ere the first fey morn of a black September
