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Sottotitolo 1

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Pityful a

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Pityful a

Sottotitolo 2

And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t

Sottotitolo 3

Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. It is a