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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
ye wind of blood doth reek soil with its tenured stains a state canst never be more bleak a land whither hope refrains how my lips tremble when I recite hence ye days be dark nay bright and them whom address ye sorrow with tears that they didst borrow from ye dead who didst impale squall and exclaim with ail thither hath been a tale of more woe that of Juliet and NOT her Romeo
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
ye wind of blood doth reek soil with its tenured stains a state canst never be more bleak a land whither hope refrains how my lips tremble when I recite hence ye days be dark nay bright and them whom address ye sorrow with tears that they didst borrow from ye dead who didst impale squall and exclaim with ail thither hath been a tale of more woe that of Juliet and NOT her Romeo