What matters now this Calamity sighed
Is how Creation each Heart recommends:
The Artist his Fox by Blue Spirit implied;
The Singer her Notes such Dosage intends
As such their Genius from their Dad abridged,
Put forth their Stamps into their Wellness bought
Where Smiles pasted Green by Others reneged
And spilled their Audits for Malice they sought
Whilst there are Smiles indeed shine into Gold,
Know that you both have our Hands to Support;
As he the Patriarch managed to Hold;
So will you both manage to live this Report.
Only this a Mortal Verse speaks your Lore
Pray to enjoy both your Project once more.
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