Within their thoughts flowed a belief led by him and his sword,
To be an animal spirit poses a quality of perfection, a talked quality;
For a moment sympathies of the house activate glancing presences,
Lovers meet tonight to disagree and disavow after their uprising,
Conversing in their pleasures, one says great grandeur for the past.
The task of the intellect is to adjust the lame, loquacious remarks
And rectify the brilliance of loving, as an art to subdue if taken with transgression.
The highest tastes welcome harmony, love is stable now,
For the loving and limp stagger to fall once more.
The courtship of a life ending with a disappointing demise
Releases the energy of souls, for the solutions and praise.
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