HIs fortune on the turf was elaborate,
On the sight of you and your bravery;
This time a rather surprising event took
Shape and eliminated the men of auctions.
I fairly earned the present regret,
Those with returning concerts were rejected.
I see all the way to the future,
This fortune is never cancelled in future.
My rest was ordained by the whole hierarchy,
It took shape by the night and the day.
Still, fortune resented a warning from you
As high values rest in the soul of all us.
His fortune came where it reasserted itself,
In the deeper recesses of the youthful mind.
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