Never fear, I’ll ne’er miss it.
As thou perfect thine affection,
Does Jove light me the wondrous glistens far.
Outnumbrerin’ the kisses of a lifetime.
Strung along my lucky bracelet,
I feel warmth, a sunny charm,
A grateful promise.
When do I enter thy fold, a greenstone leers, preying, the associate’s way.
Full with the pugnacious slime the brim tastes,
No more can condescension help,
Tomorrow mine shall be that plinth.
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