You, never have I had doubt.
To ages and fantasies afar we were bound,
Too a painting, spectacularly mount.
Through thick and thin, we shake the soil,
And many we left in there endless plight.
Cranking and moving like machine good with oil,
Ready to leave one in hasty flight.
Then you might me move,
With wonders lit bright with uncertainty.
Yet one after the other, pleasures prove,
Many just peak to a feast so blatantly.
Yet through thick and thin we rose,
Following you my heart in awesome pose.
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