You remind me of pains and pleasures,
The birth of comical relics is keeping company,
This is the bishop of virtue inside the cathedral
Of life and death with all their compatriots.
Cerebration of an intellectual is a commanding aspect,
Let us be conditions for his ploy that witnesses.
To fill I am fed with the food of heaven,
Embedding virtues into my soul so ignited by
The springs of the Paradise.
Their elm is purer, their fidelity is sound,
But what is more valid than the
Arguments in heaven,
For every philosopher who swings his moods
Always in desire.
That is the element of distaste,
That will be your monstrosity,
Flat ground is of the grasses that swear
Their oaths to the sounds of a manor
So regarding.
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