When, after stringing together a few words at my ownsweetwill, I found them turned into a payar verse I felt I had no illusions left about the glories of poetising.
在我随意地把几个词填成一行时,我发现它们变成了“帕亚尔”诗行。 我觉得作诗的梦幻破灭了。
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Robert thinks that if he has money, he can do anything at his ownsweetwill.