Some retell the past with pictures,
Paintings have been a memory of the strange ways,
Never do tastes shudder at the news of the rules
That are laws of the opposite side,
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A mediocre principle has exposed truth of terrors,
The prejudice parts the seas as the terrible sight;
One man with philosophy finds a hairlike dress,
Just to be with him, a little wine has made essence.
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The arms are bandages with morbid juices,
Those with flesh burn the cookery;
My legs are shaved by the whole horizon,
Letters flow through the letterbox.
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Some of us shyly creep into existence,
Doubtful of wide-eyed heaven and its sayings,
Letters unravel towards the clouds,
With poised mountains and spotless oceans.
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The life of a leader is a leaf,
The trees are burdens on this living
And dying.
But the pleasure creates a desire
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Clear the area of your defence,
Yet striking freezes young heads
With the frosty breath, a frightening hurt
Unleashed by the wishes so wished.
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One has stern reason
To judge the disgraces.
You never suffer again,
Under the sky lies deceit,
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Waves draw back to see the breath
Of a thousand gods and their lights.
Warring day after day, they never suffer
The blows of a cruel hand,
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Hold the cold arm with letters
Written on the hanging blood,
I sang this line once in my time,
Opening doors to the day of rest,
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Let us hope the old days have eroded
The days of some age,
But at home a present sadly enters
The house called happiness.
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