Sayings are beautiful when constructed by force,
Your saying is powerful when too sweet;
Victory must have you now,
Like essence and knowledge
Creates space with a so-called vacuum.
You say much, but say little;
More beauty is nested with supreme joy.
The space I instill in the hearts of the mischief
Is made from ideas and juice to swamp a clown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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