Father Time beg the Candles a-light once more
And Charm the Water Snake for his Eighty-One
This Coach, one Legend harnessed to the Fore
Despite my Bow-Mind and his own Un-Done
Yet Pertinent be my Loyalty still,
This Artist for the Patriarch of the Dive
The Athlete - Plomb for Un-Condition bestill
Merry be his Joys as Teacher on-Sight
Succumb should be, the Basic Element
And smear their Palms rejuvenate his Skin
Refresh his Master and his Fortiment
And A-Rise his Prince and Pupil therein.
Your Wine, still Sweetened by these Girls on-Age
As Blessings your Partner announce your Sage.
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