Remember the Light's Forge, O Immortal Tongue
That Life past Kindled breach our Love Inflame
Of Honours live dwell our Cinders become
Of Sire the Father as Mum's Mum be Same
How Frequent must our Earthly Pads re-call
And Rage our Futures with such Love's Expense
Though Fuel refresh our Futures be-fall
Then Shiver this Moment by our Defense
And as Vasectomy such Rich Oil pour
To Pledge the Return of one's Fugitive
One's Son - One's Daughter - Fill their Blessed Four
Till come this Season the Bard's Sins forgive.
When ours be Lifted and Prizes move on
Thus Salted Pride conquer our Hopes upon.
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