My faith in you demands coverage by the sands
That speak like grains of sand to invent into lands.
My coping subdues your coping, sense the snow
That fell on this country, I was never tired a day ago.
I am submerged by cold, by actual bricks,
To nights they reign supreme, like aerobics.
Master the loss of weight according to belief
And knowledge in mixture, this may be brief.
I am sensible, I have gravity on my side,
For this is Earth and the atmosphere is supplied
With air of oxygen and love, like and trust,
It just brings the merry city to the freshest.
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