Now all the Jaulx love the end
And the ladies print the volley
It is the law rent that loves
All Joy is violated there
David the king, wise prophets
br/>Fear of God in oblivion
Seeing washing well-made thighs
Good is eureux who nothing is
A few sweet kisses not joined
Of oyseaulx dogs, of 'arms, of loves
Everyone says it out loud
For pleasure a thousand pains
David the king, wise prophets
Fear of God in forgetting
Seeing wash well shaped thighs
Good is eureux that nothing is

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