How much the reason strong
To divide our blood complete,
May blood erring from grim past
And the moments ensuing piercing
The heart deadly for maternal groaning
Which calls for combating the devils iinsinious,
May the blood specific tend to follow
The woolf in disguise divine implanting prejudices meticulous
Are highly impractical for hearts courting
Must be slighted from the common veins genuine.
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