Tutta la Grecia odia gli occhi tranquilli nella faccia bianca, nella lucentezza delle olive in cui si leva in piedi e nelle mani bianche.
Tutti i reviles della Grecia la faccia pallida quando sorride, odiandola alambicco pi profondo quando sviluppa la WAN ed il bianco, ricordandosi oltre i enchantments ed oltre i ills.
La Grecia vede unmoved, derivato del dio, sopportato di amore, la bellezza dei piedi freddi e le ginocchia pi snelle, potrebbero amare effettivamente la domestica, solo se fosse posta, cenere bianca in mezzo dei cipressi funerei.
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