The Orange-Tree stood in a Wood which belong'd to a Princess, who liv'd in a magnificent Palace not far off, and us'd to walk there. This Princess was young, beautiful and witty, and her Name Linda.
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.
The chalkboard erased easily.
I’m not getting involved in this argument. I’m Switzerland.
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