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Louder

Louder than lounging lets, talentless clowns have dreamt.
Pounding chest prouder yet, grouches get growling guess.
Sound affects doubt of them, shallow sense shall attend.
Clouded kin coward jest - how is this bound to end?

Palace prince found a well, balancing spiral spells.
Gallons fetched counted them, rousing scent rounded tells.
Shrouding sets souring, bile contends outer realm.
Down within callousness, counterfeit flowering.

Drowning in power stench, DOW invests showering.
Fountain fends flounder fest; rowdy heads shout for sex.
Dousing drench founded dread, vouching bets gowns again.
Jousters dress dour gems; now has sin hounded friends.

Wound up with alto depth, hour held house's hell.
Plow relents grounds from men, fowls refresh fallow gift.
Frown forgets foul offense, gallows and towers fell.
Hallowed as crowds repent, mountain then crowned the King.
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