In nimble turns our fate shines through...
From thrones, harems or a fluff
To dungeons, covens and a trough
As an ambrosia, mead or brew
Of mellow hate, envy or love
Get measured more than just enough
Until you think that you are through
Or thrown aside without a clue
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