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- What?
- What wise men say doesn't last.
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What cannot be promised, or made
to linger any more than sunlight.
:49:15
But I don't want to die. without
having felt its warmth on my face.
:49:23
Marry the King, Guinevere,
but love the man.
:49:29
I only know one way to Love.
:49:32
And that is body ... and heart ...
and soul.
:49:42
I kiss the hurt
that brought me your love.
:49:52
Try her.
:49:59
- Shall I fetch a lady's saddle?
- No need.
:50:24
- She's a rare beauty, sire.
- Yes. she is.
:50:29
So is the mare.
:50:59
May God grant us the wisdom
to discover the right, -