O,hear; O hear my enemies comes near,
enemies of need to conquer,
for peace such I oblige to lent my father,
I choose a war in which I shall concieve.
"My dear; enemy we are equal in such,
may I ask when shall we end the match?
we ought to know we are matchless
Now our battle seems useless.
Admiration has fought o'er ferocity,
anger hath now feign to friendship,
peace has now abide to all indeed,
shout for all has won our own victory!
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