Bed the roads..
Curtain steels are iron walls.
Coats of mails are pile up arms.
Pilfers shorts are long to ages.
Corner timers get the tastes.

Body creaky comes to boards.
Evil powers bed the roads.
Playing torches a light is bust.
Fighting men are P.L.A with guns.

Draw the bows by tyrant arms.
Vulture leaders bright are stars.
Drum up powers get the pitches.
Scoring ranks have money tills.

Rich as Tory scorn to go.
Big are kings will hunted in mind.
Brains to wash are fit to crowns.
Come uneven go on rings.
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