Go then, go then when help has come,
To follow, capture, eat;
Like one creation and income,
The job has marks of meat.
The help is said, relief has been,
May sun and moon collide
Like balls of flesh we may have seen,
The throat is fresh, applied.
My deal is sorry tonight now,
This deal is lovingly
My own, someone’s pleasure allow
For best, for better, for three.
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