nos parca tellus pervigil et focus culmenque multo lumine sordidum solantur exemptusque testa qua modo fer<b>uerat Lyaeus.
To me a patch of land, an unsleeping hearth, and a roof darkened by abundant light bring comfort, along with Lyaeus taken from the jar in which lately he had fermented.
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