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Ridicule the bill of lading bare
By dint of lack of proportion there
Compromise the candid felicity
With eternal doctrines
Change from candle to Candlemas
From rubble you precipitate a dozen doyens
By dint of jabbering monosyllables
The masquerade has sufficiently endured
For me to interrupt your commerce
Several standards march
Elsewhere
You dally you delight in your dolors
Nevertheless I tell you myself
That to place the ivy on one’s brow
Is only conceded to despots and divinities
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