Thus, when the Nine-Fingered Deity did Wave,
Fourty-Thousand Spells seeped out of her Wand
Transmitting her Light as Honours did Save
And chanced on Fury by his Life-Giving Hand
That regardless which Heart threads pulley through
Let Seven Blessings for Twelve Months apply
Regardless - This Poet's Sacrifice imbue
Happiness forged his Honours contemply
As to you both Leavened Elders did Sake,
A Hooler's Bower his Fine Blimps appeal
Pricing his Life spite Loud Creation's Make
Knowing by-end his Heart's own Due repeal.
Which Temperance his Gift the Spirit plays
Gleam forever Heal the Rest of our Days.
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