The mistake is bitter not better,
Some of us make mistakes all hated,
Some spring their eyes in death,
Letting us wield the knife
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Fabulous times are every year,
No longer are the times too scary,
Independence is now a clear favour
From up above. We are thin and weak
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The colour the light bears changes according to our wishes,
It is like something of our persistence, our very perseverance;
It was the yellow of the light, the white light burnt us,
As genius opened its patience as we perceived,
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In the storybook, we are introduced to an elf,
A mind to exact wrong on the fellow man;
I was twenty-three when I heard of him in the real world,
After entering the astral gate transporting me there.
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The chieftain stank, with tender skin,
Lungs of steel, breathing was still a problem.
He incurred a loss due to old age,
Scoundrel thoughts entered his stinking body.
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Do not blame the people for their cruelty,
Their trustworthiness makes them cruel.
A moaning and lamenting is occurring
Within the ranks of the community.
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The many blind men of this world
Function for the brutality occurring.
The blindness is a separate issue
Known to man, but man is then at loss.
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The look is of right work,
The workers move and change
Together and apart.
The wages are fixed according to the effort,
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Sentences are big, small as well,
Their tailors stupidly work
And the tools split when words are built.
The tools are a spirit, a well-being, a promise,
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I open the doors to a lonely heart,
One of them fights against mine.
His heart and mine actually clash,
Reminding me of a love that died.
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