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Слушать(AI)The Second Madrigal
A night of loveexquisite as aconcert from old Veniceplayed on exquisite instruments.
Healthy as abuttock of a little angel.
Wise as ananthill.
Garish as airblown into a trumpet.
Abundant as the reignof a royal Negro coupleseated on two thronescast in gold.
A night of love with you,a big baroque battle and two victories.
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