Men are their egos. It grows with each new conquest, until it bursts from their chests like a dying sun. Hardy men, the farmers and medics and builders – all are governed by this fact. And tenfold! Such truth is tenfold for the meek what it is for the rich. But this man knows not ego, merely loves you.
I would greet you. Come, chance a silent escape in the coming battle. I will honour your efforts! For you are my love. But, as said by the gods: men are their egos.
Sadly, we will no longer be able to visit the Sycamore forests. Those trees with their unbending spires that seem to scrape against the heavens, to tear them assunder, and shine devine truths of futures upon us. Trully, they, too, have beauty.
It is true that your wealth would be a gift in these hard times. However, the only gift I have sought these past months kind Cupid has already imparted. The kind cherub has given me love that shall endure even Thor's hammerstrike, love that shall not be constrictd, even by barbed wire. Take this love of mine to heart, and let it satisfy you.
Come, you, my Amy. Woman of the highest order; a goddess,
As you can see, I've taken it one step further and tried to translate the poor translation into something understandable. I wonder how closely it lines up with the original, pre-Chinese Whispers, text :P
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Men are their egos. It grows with each new conquest, until it bursts from their chests like a dying sun. Hardy men, the farmers and medics and builders – all are governed by this fact. And tenfold! Such truth is tenfold for the meek what it is for the rich. But this man knows not ego, merely loves you.
I would greet you. Come, chance a silent escape in the coming battle. I will honour your efforts! For you are my love. But, as said by the gods: men are their egos.
Sadly, we will no longer be able to visit the Sycamore forests. Those trees with their unbending spires that seem to scrape against the heavens, to tear them assunder, and shine devine truths of futures upon us. Trully, they, too, have beauty.
It is true that your wealth would be a gift in these hard times. However, the only gift I have sought these past months kind Cupid has already imparted. The kind cherub has given me love that shall endure even Thor's hammerstrike, love that shall not be constrictd, even by barbed wire. Take this love of mine to heart, and let it satisfy you.
Come, you, my Amy. Woman of the highest order; a goddess,
As you can see, I've taken it one step further and tried to translate the poor translation into something understandable. I wonder how closely it lines up with the original, pre-Chinese Whispers, text :P
I might do this for the other one too! :D