Lo, a gallant youth doth revel in the sylvan yard, where the frolicsome whelp doth caper at his side. 'Neath the benevolent gaze of Phoebus' light, they whittle away the fleeting hours in merriment and mirth. Behold yon fair lad, basking in the verdant glade as they wend away the hours in joyous.
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