She knew a lot, to forge darkness
To call the devil for a convocation
Around the middle tree
Encircled by the serpent
The genius of her
The genius of herself
Made gobshite of men rabble around her
Like sand of the sea
Procuring everything she were hawking
The genius of her
The genius of herself
Made her receive trolley approvals
Made her triumph Nobel titles
Made her secure several jobs, a norm
Made her triumph a lousy prize
The virus
The genius of her
Nature imposes tears down our eyes,
But reason finds it difficult

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