Aristobroth messenger in the third fortnightly rampage of nocturnal expeditions uttered him mystery of the knight of old:
"That fairest creatures looketh in thy glassTo boo discretion at the weevils of distraught palmwl where blinks and wrinkles of golden charm retrieve saline meeds from the bounteous usurer whose turpitude the the sea waves had sedate friction to lapse lovely gaze over doting eyes which confound him with beguiling sports of nebulous sorcery and animadversion of hideous winter whose sapped energy defrost lusty leaves and nightmare of broken petals
Distilling showers never lose the mists of golden snows couched upon stallion of forbidden usury with season's crotchety feet and ragged hands forty times happify that dearth's conquest of wormwoods,thorns and thistles adrift,pleading homage adorned over golden pilgrimage of hindmost pitch and feeble dotards catchy tune to soften mood
Why nearest and dearest and hearest thy catchy tune to soften teasing mood?
To the layman war is nefarious venture but the men at arms,it is sweet as the honey baked with forlorn sight.Unions sweetly chide cannot offend the ensnare of the doting love.No one cursed speechless songs beneath murderous intents of unprovident earth seeking bounteous roofs for gracious homes
Look whom nature best bestowed thee he giveth it blessed dawn and blessed dusk.
Sumptuous drill denies scrupulous forests
Whose forester mineralogist of the golden hills drags the weary feet beyond briskly erose where season 's green beastly bearded meadows briefly stoop to forlorn loop at time 's scythe of the golden season not from the constant stars do we pluck the verdict of the golden stars .That barren gardens smother with dearth of maiden wombs.Should men of rage be flushed with fallen waves and be scorned with the golden moisture of heavenly eyes.
The golden lion's paws of forlorn hills shall not waiver to make the earth devours his sweet little brood
Tis all migrating birds return to the spring to nap and sing
Where broken jaws and singing feet encrust the migratory birds with forlorn loop gliding the amazing nature with the love 's use of the earth's golden treasure.
Gilded esteem glide over everlasting bliss
Roses of flowers cast over gliding swing of glamourous fortress audacious violet barely chide above the straits of the chilling fog that paradise is abjectly bare if it has less and dearth of golden stars in it
Beauty and loves daggered the broken realm with compassionate effigy
Heaven bless he that deals his own soul by despatch of golden news
Fists of disparate messenger of peace aristobroth plead the fallen tide to arise
And summon rising tide.
Boors and moors only seek to summon rising tide leavened messenger of peace with smoky muskets
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