Smile, when you are glee,
Cause you are different,
The way you see.

Good morrow'rarchy is of the greatness, nay blood,
Solemn, elderly sir, in thy heart thee entail mud.


The moon, regardless of its pleasure beauty,
Comes alive at nights,
Although it's not a part of the sun, it is an entity.

Blissful thee,
Is all I want,
The intimacy in the eye,
For which, I am a servant.

Never shalt behold,
Thou's tears
Never shalt uphold
Your fright to fears

Call lady, for who must be,
The worthy,
Call for who
Shalt not be filthy

Respect self,
With courage in thou's eyes
You shall be painted,
Cause thee is brave, who never cries.
Ah, thou art quite quainted.

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