My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of my life's candle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and drag, what doubt dream dousers doodle.
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to optimize my rise
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to earn, turn, return and burn my private prize.
My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of my life's handle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and gag, what bliss boss bleachers bundle.
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to optimize my sunrise
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to earn, turn, return and spurn my survival surprise.
My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of my life's sandal
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and nag, what fact fun filters fumble.
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to whisk a whim
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to earn, turn, return and burn my serene stream.
My right, my plight, my fight, my sight how I use and choose to burn bundles of my life's rekindle
Matters little what fleas and fees tongue waggers tag and flag, what circumstance sweet sweepers swindle.
My right, my tight, my blight, my bite, my kite to stake my cake
Grant me the privilege on my ledge to make, wake, take and bake my break.
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