Blood doesnāt mean anything on my bosom, and loneliness was refracted by my memory.
My father was a man like Augustus.
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My father was a man like Augustus.
Blood doesnāt mean anything on my bosom, and loneliness was refracted by my memory.
My father was a man like Augustus.
JackNot,š, (Big,Ne'ws), 