olim etiam, ne prima genas lanugo nitentes carperet et pulchrae fuscaret gaudia formae, ipse deus patriae celsam trans aequora liquit Pergamon.
Once too your countrys god himself left lofty Pergamus to cross the sea, lest the first down mar your shining cheeks and darken your beautys joys.
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