Each in turn is required to surrender his dignity at the entrance to her parlor, gladly did her previous suitors release their burden. She will allow none to influence her resplendency. The endless assortment of bewildered men do but love the scent of her taintless body. In her attribute stars do retreat to more welcoming skies.
He holds tightly to the belief that he can better her frightful and trembling veil, but alas her shadow will devour the sun. So tranquil doth he step with the appearance of a juggler's feat. He will afford his open heart to quiet the myriad of unpleasantness which grows beneath her eyes.
He exits, invigoration and love denied, leaping past the mean-roof trees before distain belies his robust spirit. Onward past her grey winged path he strolls, regarding her wishing well of hate, unafraid to throw a penny.
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