Poets at war and there concoction of romantic jesters,
Poets so deep in scandle to create a thef to still the hearts
Of lovers, war by the emense frenzy of romance, words of a
Noble battle that only lovers adhere, poets conspiring to elude
Fugitives of loves cleverness, generations captured by the poets
Song, a sweet war with no conclusion.
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