The waste of work is called ruin,
Having a blessed action is solid;
No mound of soil is upturned
Without the guidance of wastage,
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Piercing notes attached to the ears
Reside in the inner recesses of the mind;
Once a spectacular moment is heard
The roof of the house is like a garden.
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Below us there was a rising and falling,
Waves of breadth claimed a devastation;
The comical waters were customs and beliefs,
Persuading us as sailors to listen and learn
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Secluded life stings to the bone,
Opening the thrusts and accusations;
We feel like the emotions of the past,
Positions of strength are laid down in writing.
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He entered from fondness and between the murders,
I know him by name, and his name has weakness of the heart.
I saw him being pulled and he staggered like a hound to hit,
Laughing with gusts of wind, squealing and kicking around.
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I wish him a being of age that strings along the time,
Temptations enter to bend the aroma of food;
A chief sentiment is explored, followed by food,
And more eating rituals - stunts of the period.
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A grain crushes the gown it wears,
For you made the night into darkness
As you ate each grain in this period.
The day is continuous out of your heavenly status,
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To bring you light I see a path to it,
According to light is the act of soothing oneself;
Then hear a thought from your mind,
Of those ideas that change into a never-ending story.
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His face was misshapen, due to excess stress,
Lulling the features of the mind and body.
The defensible became possible due to age,
It was propaganda on a huge scale.
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Skinny limbs only saved us,
He grunted with disgust as his arm
Touched us, forever in this way.
He yelled, and a ripple of explosions
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