Why never, that by you, it often is.
When is it possible?
I will explain to you of malice.
Whereby sufficiently by you it's given forth.
More often not it's mixed with foolishness.
And you by it returning is.
You do not have to make it longer, is regrets.
Upon it you, by it can all depend.
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