Of kind the fostered heir lingers,
Of dismay, they let rot his dearth,
Such a creature dwelling hinders,
The soul of this prudent earth.
Of kind the dismissal of a petition,
On accord of a fraudulent mirth,
The heart puts forth the mind a question,
Later they do both sustain its worth.
Of kind a debt to be paid shortly,
And reveal the horde of offense in its sheath,
Defining the motive of his existence briefly,
Disrupting the vague principles beneath.
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