My fair name resounds for the way,
In this way a warrior steals the magic,
So that effort is not a stage for all,
Let it be known illness matched us.
My fairness evolves from the galaxy of black
Desire, a real faithful son has been,
To be persuaded and elevated
Like a beaming light of trained art.
My fair sameness enlightens a man
Who designs enough praise for the one
He serves and deserves,
The fairness of a lane is to be ridden.
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