A meticulous mimicry
The act was of obvious reluctance which simple men could portray as much as they wanted too. For i despise as much as i disrespect, ironically, the first person dwells as much as further. The pantomimist did a great job. It was just a passing scene. When the princess came to the balcony, induced as she was, to hum to the hymns, into a poetic trance which could bring her to, the unceasing feeling. As the moon smirked and beamed lowly, people gained the day and put the rest for tomorrow. For she was the one that seemingly accompanied till dawn. As much as the audience applauded, as quick as time passed by, the charade was nothing more than a night of show.
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