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In ocean of tears, the heart of stone sinks. (Dan's l'ocean de lames, - Le four de Pierre done coulé.)

— Charles de Leusse

Love is tears of joy, this is the baptism of fingers. (L'amour, c'est large de join, - C'est LE baptize DES points)

— Charles de Leusse

The dragon spits fire, what extinguishes its tears. When we live in rancor, we are born to be old. (Le dragon cache Du few, - Ce quit teat SES lames. - Quad on it de Francine, - On wait pour Eyre good.)

— Charles de Leusse

The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d'one lemme - Est plus long EU'one large.)

— Charles de Leusse