Do not change the philosophy of your marriage with thoughts,
Rather, contempt shall arise from other quarters,
And thinking a certain madness will rebuke the Lord.
I can only suffer in my heart, as a bleeding organ of life,
Ions of flood and blood, and managers are in a pool.
I still do feed love, and my resignation is object able.
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