Dry is the pie, white is the straight dress,
My eating overpowers, like the mess;
May we merely bite the bears of strength,
A strong illusion amazes my will and length.
The parties of strong issue are in royalty,
They are in royalty, they are in loyalty.
My part occurs tonight, in the whole scene
On the stage of a theatrical plasticine.
Dry is the wine of an endangered man,
Woman is tougher and fought by a ban;
Open the gates to a lover and musician,
He will play a tune too filling of a beautician.
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