It was mysterious the whole thing 'gain
So what can it be? 'Twas pretty before,
For, so a masted boat 'er sails the deep;
Never a villain wins, said "'Er be sure "
And hero wins but'in l'ter restoration
Wherefore will the evil soul run away?
Eternal tides must 'gain rise to compile
An hour's just so much to make sink a ship
Everywhere exist such falcons to heal
Worth's everlasting existence way
Swelling 'er to make dock of pretty wear, -
God's so only not an existence!
'Er protects from hallucinative weep
And fills us with deep love of flower bunch
To assure lives, -not to do wrong who swear.