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Sottotitolo 1

A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. 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. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. On her way she met a copy. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of

A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. 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. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. On her way she met a copy. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of

Sottotitolo 2

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. 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. A small river named Duden flows

Sottotitolo 3

Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. On her way she met a copy. On her way she met a copy. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused

But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. 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