I conclude that within the depths of the forest lush,
my twin has perished whilst attempting to find path to my abode.
With a song softly sung, I will grieve:
'O, cruel Fates! Fruitless, ill fated brother! May the beasts of the wood be coaxed by thy cheekbones eternal, TaurelasseNow, what triviality becomes of my efforts? I detest to see a fine
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