Save me when I am young,
Understand the thesis of living,
As far as the cabin of highness.
This tone has been arranged,
Filling the tomes of heights,
And the same weight has been lifted.
I have caused the will of the way,
The path is straighter than our right,
To be left with joy and heat is grave.
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