An Ocean Of Thanks

Oh! Audince, the speaker has none besides her
Fall at her hands are paradise and hellfire
The last of the prophets she succeeds
Hundreds Dala in weight her love is to the composer
Damo the whole world knows she is
Manage with the author she did in months
Indeed! The pride and joy of the writer
Into pieces, with the sharpest knife the writer cut her womb
Ayyururi! ! ! all and sundry chanted atop their voices

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