Spring mornings, incubators of love.
Ah, women... All frivolous!... And men, some without...
Gosh! White hands don't offend... but they injure.
Woman! Hell of seduction! Her false life is woven with golden threads of illusion.
Tempting woman! Woman wrapped in all the veils of sin... In your arms I want to live... or die!
Opium! The poison of the gods!
Summer clouds! After the storm, the sun shines again.
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