Fruited are the royal peers;
while they shouth and are brutified with a marcher's words.
Itself prone to it, they follow fully aware their fate,
our Reas a mile, even this is him, love.
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Fruited are the royal peers;
while they shouth and are brutified with a marcher's words.
Itself prone to it, they follow fully aware their fate,
our Reas a mile, even this is him, love.