"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings.
"Cúpido tried hard to shoot me, I told him not to do it, because I am Archer and I know of Arrows... he does not know about that, he just likes to shoot.
"Not me, damn it
I build arrows
And I know, listen to me, Reader.
... that the Arrows don't know to love!".
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