I am sculpting myself
To live properly
I am correcting myself
To live finely
A creed less yearning
Provides rhythm
I am opening up myself
To sing sweetly
The greatness in the world
Shows the path
I am altering my self
To move on historically
Troubles, loses, defeats
Many have hit me
I stir up myself
To go ahead desirously
In the garden of languages
Flower of words are gained
I am writing myself
To continue poetically
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