From a Sweet Palace, where Fairies Sing in Passion, Free of charge is a Slow Poison, that doesn't kill, just makes us ecstatic, Firing the Sour Prose, Feel a Sweet Poetry, let me live ecstatic, let me die in it, I don't know the name of this fairy, but it's a pleasure to dance with her, I don't know her religion, Color or Crete, , but Edward Kofi Louis hasn't only danced with her like me, my friend knows her better than me, and when he says it; s muse of true love, I believe, I trust, my friend cannot be wrong.
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From a Sweet Palace, where Fairies Sing in Passion, Free of charge is a Slow Poison, that doesn't kill, just makes us ecstatic, Firing the Sour Prose, Feel a Sweet Poetry, let me live ecstatic, let me die in it, I don't know the name of this fairy, but it's a pleasure to dance with her, I don't know her religion, Color or Crete, , but Edward Kofi Louis hasn't only danced with her like me, my friend knows her better than me, and when he says it; s muse of true love, I believe, I trust, my friend cannot be wrong.