O beautiful, beautiful, how beautiful.
I look and smile at this something so gorgeous. Then I look away, concerned about vanity, lust or greed. My eyes never seem so thirsty as when they see such beauty and find themselves frustrated by how little they can soak up.
O how could some such thing be so created? J'n'peut pas dealer avec ca.
Gorgeous et merveilleux; mon Dieu, merci.
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tu peut pas dealer avec quoi qui est si merveilleux?
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