Thy city heap-d with envy to the brim held me in brighter days. Ye citizens were wont to name me Ciacco Gustave Dore (1832-1883)

Gustave Dore – Thy city heap-d with envy to the brim held me in brighter days. Ye citizens were wont to name me Ciacco

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