Embrace with dresses so fired with colour,
The stick of delight damages with neighing;
Sadly, a trust has emerged for the naturalness
To show and to demonstrate abundance.
Stiff, awkward and unjust is the society
In dresses cold, into the heat of the fires.
May we embrace so dearly the money
At the end of the lane, an avenue has been shown.
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