Now to your Craft your Living Thoughts resume
Your Best Bud Mate polling your Hinders since
That be Beloved and Report your Doubts subsume
Renew the Honour of the Best-Loved Prince
That this Time be Real as your Heart permits
That Room an Animansity you Spin
To be as you are - your Best as Choice admits
By one's Selfless Hands redefines your Win
Not by Define by Strings entwined by Some
More so to Heed Blindly these Verser's Words
An Un-checkered Mind which cause Creed to Hone
Then engrave your Convicts un-peckered by Birds.
What Hope is there when the Dove perched on Leather
Embody such Trait bewinters this Feather?
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