Quod tibi praerepti, Melior, solamen alumni improbus ante rogos et adhuc vivente favilla ordiar? abruptis etiamnunc flebile venis vulnus hiat magnaeque patet via lubrica plagae.
How shall I begin, Melior, to console you for the foster child that Fate has snatched away from you, as I stand before the pyre and the embers still glow'tis presumption. The pitiable wound still gapes with sundered veins and the perilous path of the great gash lies open.
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