My noble viewpoint
Resulting a vignette of yelutide
Thanks my humble viewfinder
For this vigorous yearning.
As we await the eve
We remain vigilant
To avoid an Eve
During the vigil,
Because the saviour
Wouldn't need a mermaid
At the noble manger,
Rather, a saint.
Oh, our salvation!
Save us from salvo.
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