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Under a quiet year renew Speaking of sanctions in the low This prison past and mother esteem The weary of the war And to his officers a death That efforts to be sure of fire at an altar And in knowing well To Ahmadinejad retort This hurry of the West And militant to wolf And under these attacks, a man in view To North and East a road ahead To have aged in scurvy by the right And yield well a place to call St. Andrew The midnight men from the oblast Seeking city skies and wonder May they put not an altar to the liar And beast in view to very hers A victim to the rite And rigid on this very her This curse anew Fighting dens and barren must The fifteenth of November And its people on their way home To the lectern of abuse And every Sun to small repeats- For this hour and grizzly man That no exception to be then The lights of St. Peter were not there But this man of rot and pain Will kill to know his power And surely does suppose That we seeing nothing is a fault And to fault this early war of such pretence No to bitter trysts and making then A man needing madness to his esteem The fault of good in world fact No more war to see the latent march The skies not him and to Iran The heavens near upon this Canadian noon And only us to imbibe on separate cure The beast is him and on all sides The day alight and canary would Lochs of heaven to end this war And paying ten on sixteen cents for very will To govt apprehend and seeking plan The storm in sewers aching Dan And in this ferry to Capital Hills Wouldn’t it be neat to see it all Apparatchik to no mention end this power And this time in season people will amass A jury and collection for peace in May A trial by war cannot be fulfilled And maybe then to never Peace for Anne Boleyn at final cure In damage seek to know And Heaven has a keep The Body of Christ in all faith While the distance from regret Peace to many members- of the faithful stand to reason Riding on the Sun to very high Up and strong to know That Vlad is dead and Russia then The Earth shall be our past But solemn ten and mercy All as made anew In prophecy The paper of our choosing Very Dawn in Maine And echoes to suppose The lantern last At night and no suppose That war is more than March All that ever to dismay This man of peace And Trudeau is his name.