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The day I shall bore this egg
along my will, beside my Witt,
With dreams to **** or more .

A sway I can't ignore
Born and be reborn like Christ
Around my faith, all that await.

Life is a deadly gift
I am a living rift
With my surplus goals and desire.

Nor those vain glories to acquire,
Zeal above my will, debase me still
Please write down my will.

— The End —