Aspen leuconoe, try to know
The hour of our death; am calculations perverse
Of Babylon. At it's best to submit
That Jovis you still concedes other winters,
Whether the terminal in the present, including the wave roars Etruscan
Be wise, filled your cellar and a short path
Removes along hope. I speak, and time suddenly
Flees. Seize the day, without believing in the aftermath.
Carpe diem quam minimum credulous postero
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