From there be Life, and Life your own dictate
Which no-one in Wisdom Violate must
Even I, the Bard his Ego verbate
Shun my Trumpets forge your Support and Trust
Three Years when since your Rightful Ignore
As Cunningly Thankful my Healing teach
To Know - and Accept - such Freedom you Adore
Your Choice-of-Bonds must Preserve out-of-reach
To Succumb this Jewel we call Respect
Ensures this World our Everlasting Bliss
Which you and your Lad thrive in such Aspect
We Realised Sinners comfort your Miss.
Your Hero once more from Stonewall be Praised
Though Compassion should our Fortiments raised.
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