Before the loss
And prier died
Make up by moss
The bed of bride.
For credit words
are not enough.
That many knots
Fate has on staff.
If youth is pride,
Sic hoar is deal.
Knot isn`t tight -
won;t hold the wheel.
Will burn in hell
with moment mind.
Don't miss the bell,
My sleeping bride.
sleeping bride
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