Jupiter Jones:
Pete, shine the light behind them.
Bob Andrews:
[reading]
Two lovers parted shall reunite. If you can parse these words are right. The Will is high, the Ratio Low. The space 'tween birth and death doth grow. Take my image and do not dread. To rest in my eternal bed.
Pete Crenshaw:
It still doesn't make any sense.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:44