But puerile with your networking was like the muse of love,
And like the naked bodies that were seen around soaked in the rain!
You are the hunter of my love and,
I am the honour of your lovely muse!
But this last noted Empire around is like,
A dreamland for the up coming generation;
Because, the rains have now exposed your secrets! !

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