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Dear Ambrosia, As a partaker in the renaissance Gearing up as a knight I am known to the people Mounting my stallion Your perfumed handkerchief as token Staking your honor, I ride The aroma of your cloth sweetens Enriching the very soul Inside the area, I battle onward Multitudes cheering as I am crown I search the crowd with a lions' heart Another love awaits in the pavilion Serenading the lustrous princess Effortlessly passionate is her Our future remains Sincerely yours, Casanova |