What lushment laves my lofted tongue beneath the pith of perfect pulchritude, that treasured my entreaty for its taste? O, glory, gild with sumptuous swill the slatherflesh of love, and lay the lushest lash of all upon the raptest part of agony.
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What lushment laves my lofted tongue beneath the pith of perfect pulchritude, that treasured my entreaty for its taste? O, glory, gild with sumptuous swill the slatherflesh of love, and lay the lushest lash of all upon the raptest part of agony.
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