Look at Phoebe, noble and pious, my esteem for her only grows,
but, when I am with Phoebe, I am on fire thinking of Sieblla,
full of disare, passion and, dare I say it, love?
But, when I'm with Sibella, whom do I admire? None but Phoebe,
perfect and lovely, who couldn't love her, heaven knows? Round and tound and round it goes!
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