More than any character
To be discovered by the men.
A demon to toil with alarms
From the major districts.
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Never does the wind blow twice
In this way that it blows.
Many dearest friends are compelled
To inhabit the air with frozen attitudes.
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Why do reasons say their mind?
The creams of the sacred river love
My abundant sight, as it swims from
This moment of joy to the instant of respect.
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Let the men of this world succumb to virtues
Belonging to the wise extractors with tone;
The cartoons of the air shall recite
To the masses for support and details.
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One document seals the deal that we learn,
Those who made money work in numbers
To alleviate the old battles and befriend each man
With news of the afterlife of our understanding.
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These fallen angels work miracles afterwards,
Commending the public views and opinions,
They exaggerate and play on the tongue
Like the small men and all of the golden trances.
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The steadfast authors of resentment
Are for the ages of the buildings;
These workers exactly find minutes
In their days for the reality to be born.
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In the name of a god one forgets a riddle,
The sparks fly with fury and heat
Inside the damaged centers of life.
One king is conning another king,
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Scarred and bearing marks of ghosts,
The injured fellow abstains from blood
And the noise of his straightforward heart;
Mingled with the hare is the rabbit.
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Toys discard the real gestures towards pain
And the families at the end of the world stay
As familiar ones would in the same day.
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