La Primavera di Firenze

So let my dog explain it to you. After all, he isn't one to rely on intuition.

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Held in great esteem by the peoples of Troy, Fiesole, and Rome.

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The poet said: Lift your head and gaze upon the eternal dome—

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A tree that bears sweet and sour pears can never produce sweet figs!

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Veiled in sunlight, standing on the moon, wearing a crown of twelve stars—her ascension approaches.

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Those hinges ... they're in need of some refinements!

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A qualified model should be cold, slick, and unmoving, like a block of ice.

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Birds never talk much. They only sing of spring, of tears about to fall, and of poetry.

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Sadly, this was never about freedom. It was about order.

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Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent. Hide in plain sight, be one with the crowd.

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The brilliance and hope of the renaissance.

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I could never think of leaving. Let that song drift away to Tuscany!

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Bonus Stage: The war goes on and on, and you're not allowed to turn back.

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Bonus Stage: Arrows are always greedy—they are made to pierce through flesh and blood.

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Bonus Stage: They chase and bite as ordered, disregarding the wounds on their bodies.

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Bonus Stage: He grants the shining grace to whoever He wants.

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