Lions and lily both have end
Diamonds coals brass all meant for men
Vultures doves have wings have air
Serpents are wise lambs conscious fair
Storms are raging in them gentle breeze
Waves billow wales bolly tides rise
Quiet is the sea deep the nature
But will sink and save for pasture
Slow is the soul that will take some time
Days and night for one aim
Put together to make an old event
They never grow old but prevent
Dark is the night bright the day
Blind to observe thought and stay
Out of long shows out of shame
Lots is loss for fame
Long way we have come
In the shortest time we have a home
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