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scandit fatalis machina muros feta armis. pueri circum innuptaeque puellae sacra canunt mediaeque minans inlabitur urbi.
A machine teeming with deadly weapons climbs our walls. The boys and the unmarried girls sing sacred songs around and they are happy to touch the rope with their hand: it goes up and it glides threateningly into the middle of our city.
How do you love someone who’s so difficult to love?