«My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold... His cheeks are as a bed of spices...» Even though he hasn't washed since last December.
«His eyes are as the eyes of doves. His body is as bright ivory. His legs are as pillars of marble...» In pants so dirty they stand by themselves.
«He is altogether lovable...» But he'll always be a two-bit punk... so he'll never be my beloved. What a shame.

«My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold... His cheeks are as a bed of spices...» Even though he hasn't washed since last December.
«His eyes are as the eyes of doves. His body is as bright ivory. His legs are as pillars of marble...» In pants so dirty they stand by themselves.
«He is altogether lovable...» But he'll always be a two-bit punk... so he'll never be my beloved. What a shame.
«My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold... His cheeks are as a bed of spices...» Even though he hasn't washed since last December.
«His eyes are as the eyes of doves. His body is as bright ivory. His legs are as pillars of marble...» In pants so dirty they stand by themselves.
«He is altogether lovable...» But he'll always be a two-bit punk... so he'll never be my beloved. What a shame.
«My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold... His cheeks are as a bed of spices...» Even though he hasn't washed since last December.
«His eyes are as the eyes of doves. His body is as bright ivory. His legs are as pillars of marble...» In pants so dirty they stand by themselves.
«He is altogether lovable...» But he'll always be a two-bit punk... so he'll never be my beloved. What a shame.
1984
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«As boys, they made a pact to share their fortunes, their loves, their lives. As men, they shared a dream to rise from poverty to power. Forging an empire built on greed, violence and betrayal, their dream would end as a mystery that refuse to die»
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