Even when there is poison in the whole fish,
A fish can be worthier of sin than the whole world,
Though this world accompanies the eliminations,
The worst of health, and the best of weathers.
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On a smooth slope we sleep,
Throats are in anguish,
As the dreaming is in concussion.
Some sleep in a bedroom of higher
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Where are you in this highly acclaimed world?
Inside which country do you hurry?
A middle is in the country,
An action is committed further than the rest.
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Trying to be a dilemma creaks and moans,
Acting towards the goals of a calm night;
The hurt of painters is like the filling of wonders
In circles of destruction.
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One studies the blind and their weakness,
Offering them kindness is sweet indeed;
For their eyes cannot behold the pleasures
Of a day and night, for their darkness
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The genealogy of the ants was mistaken,
As they strode boldly like ants to be their tears
And weeping pride.
For we could see them in their treks,
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There are splendours that sway and strive,
A happy splendour it happens to be;
For the autumn is the song of loving,
And splendid weather is of the horizon.
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O Lord, why do scientists be with their eyes
The compassion that entrances?
Is lovely fact a pleasure all about it?
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Love is the father of belief,
Inside the tumultuous memory
Is the remnant of disbelief
Mastering a few of the ideas.
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If a plant has hurt inside,
What does it feel?
Every night it seeps in pleasure,
Rolling hills have none.
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