whirled harvest of forgiving saint
I fear I'll fall in love with world
It that shall will be even if I not exist
Failing of this repertoire is mistake in bold
Has been and will be unchangeable by mere resist
I fear I'll fall in love with living
So might be just anyone at some point
Although at first we're driven to be daring
Motive behind anything is obscure it appear feint
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