Hide me in thy pole
Or prevent me from any foul
O, this, who hexes in our town
Can you show us a similar crown?
Let's go for another point
Then as large to be a poet
Here in my shadow come around
Then out of fact never is found
Think you so far living in delusion
Finding life is just nervously emotion
Here the pleasure is always suitable
And you can do it much multiple
O, whose neck is thin; come rightly in,
And into my figure shadowily got win
I to you smartly will honestly host
And the prize likely you should entrust
So far and yet I reckon you a master
Illuminated yet and enough are brighter
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Hide me in thy pole
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