The Lirrain Fay Scrier

On our mourne faer suede, the crere litte scourd, to fret. An rae stirr saddens the rests.
To wake of nourne the pliet saunte feur. Aquaintce narne to fare the loire wiets, the soul
chreet coive laests wrest. To paunde the measure let of founds, what awaits. Ready now the
caists loud toir, to met a wider scade, the saguine fends an ourly scire’s vende, the naer
nests roud to faign.