A deep serenity fills my soul, like the sweet mornings of spring I enjoy wholeheartedly. Alone, I feel the charm of existence in this place, made for souls like mine. So absorbed in tranquility, I neglect my talents. Yet I feel like a greater artist than ever.
When, while the lovely valley teems with
I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which
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I throw myself down among the tall grass
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by its place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control over the blind texts; they lead an almost unorthographic life.
- Far far away, behind the word mountain
- When she reached the first hills
- A small river named Duden flows
- A small river named Duden flows by their plat.
- Far far away, behind the word mountain
Copywriters ambushed her, intoxicated her with Longe and Parole, and dragged her to their agency, using her repeatedly for their projects. If she hasn’t been rewritten. They’re still using her. Meanwhile, far behind the word mountains. Distant from Vokalia and Consonantia, live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by its plate.