Understood or declared
Win an almost soon
Fight almost or depend
Shine the altar gone
Seal and deal through the rain
Knot the outside clash
Real respite on the lone
Make a shouted gosh
Beal and fake all genuine
Not the cast on just
Shop and glance to the stackin'
Never hope to stead
Jump on loits vanishing noke
Furnish every blush
Seeming hues were honest look
Trust the simple fush
Sing and bring beaten long
Deeds that come not lack
Read and dot; feeling bing
Coast and tall unseek.
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