In epic times the song in rhymes were given me in three,
in longer lines the teeth and tines remembered unto me,
in break of minds and ancient finds a light to be set free.
Over the air the debonair had safety to erase,
overly fair for all their stares were blind behind their face,
over the share under the care the mind would this replace.
Beyond the cure the race was sure in serpentine the sky,
beyond de jure the juries were convinced they would all die,
beyond impure the news allure fights antidote supply.
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