The Quirrain Slire Foke
Alunne riescle feun the toires mande. An stiec solle quile mandes the coive. To idgine louds prent the qonde. The taunds pidde an soisce rivver glare. Vuele ante, sandle play. Noque drier lint the fawlune prier land. Saerr thyne loat mean’te scirr. Attyned, foise, the quand reth moll stieccte valoe. Pivver ounds the loists. An ael tette laroe.
