stant tristes horrore comae, vittasque trementes caesaries insana levat: diducta putares lumina consumptumque genis rediisse nitorem.
His hair stands in horror and dismay, the mad locks raise the quivering fillets. You might think that his eyes had opened and exhausted colour returned to his cheeks.
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