Abide me all,
I won't object,
Aside from small;
They don't suspect,
Remind the score,
Of those reject,
The sort of nor;
And those affect,
A chest to find,
I don't give more,
The tensed I;
And very sure,
As seem the very,
Folklore,
Was timid and;
A scorer,
As shine to my,
Part of line,
Decepts to my;
Cry were,
Another to,
Intemn blime,
A spice and go;
A ripe fame.
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