Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men. — Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men. — Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men. — Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men. — Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men. — Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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Poverty fled, she who gives birth to virile men.

— Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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