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The land of Cockayne
is a country where life is a round of luxury and idleness.
In Cockayne there are rivers of wine, houses built of cake ans streets paved
with pastry.
Roast pigs wander about with knives in their backs, crying "eat me, eat
me",
while naked nuns bathe in rivers of sweet milk.
In the sky, there is a palace of glass, floating above the clouds. To enter this
land one has to wade up to the chin in swine's dirt for seven years. |
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