There is no thing that foul wit may not stain. It casts a shadow
that leaves its smudge streaked along the great white-tiled way;
tell-tale, the bastard gene must cast its seed whither and thither.
There is no thing that foul wit may not stain. It casts a shadow
that leaves its smudge streaked along the great white-tiled way;
tell-tale, the bastard gene must cast its seed whither and thither.
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