Gifts, bring gifts. Let all our spoils help us to remember, how God has chosen maidens as kinship, and how maturity can lead to bliss. My sister, let us not forsake our Pride, be it the charm of heritage, or the sealed trust of tender truth. May we learn to forgive, our brothers ego, as a lorn decay of reverence. That once, and again, wisdom follows the soul, and it's grace in the bodies of our own paradise.
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