Saint and ant,
Paint and plant,
A gaint to meet!
Not to faint along;
Instantly! ! !
As it is very cold outside!
As it was with your love;
Light in the dark to see.
Stain, strain!
Pain of life,
Chain of love,
To gain your steps with the muse of the truth;
Rain, train, again!
To gain wisdom with the muse of the truth;
At last! ! ! !
Joy in the eyes of the beholder.
To prepare yourself,
To enhance your image!
For your future;
Yes! ! The future begins today!
Noble art,
Senses with the love of peace;
Tail, snail, mail, nail, sail!
To cast your mind on the works of the truth.
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