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Around a year,

To be found the count,

Yes, there be left,

And left there be found.



To find it lost,

There falls a toll,

There rings Peter's Bell,

At rest finding what?



Sank in an hour,

With motion comes flight,

Relegate, delegate,

Then a full cogitate,

Unfamiliar the sight.



For having kept sight,

Favour begets the feast,

Insert it where be found,

With fire we find a mineet.