In misty and cold abilities one was hard,
With this lazy gate my immediate flag has been;
This was between twelve and four o’clock.
Then the gate of trivia has been accomplished,
Open the gate of this trivial happiness
Concluding with my happy melody of the present
Case, inside the layers of humanity.
The horrid inmates border the acts of parliament,
Hats are dismissed deserting the flanks,
Leaving us in sinful nightmares that blink
In the rigid night of calamity.
Mentally metallic is the whole legend facing
Saints and prophets preaching for your kind,
But the case-study has been shown,
Yes, the case-study has been shown.
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