My tongue stays and growls
In circles of fire that are crowds;
Inside the argument, the increase of wealth
Welcomes us, if you stay and dive.
Richer speech welcomes us in ends,
Talents must diverge, to still be told.
Surely, the weakness of the tongue is huge
When we still greet you with it.
Let certain elements be absurd,
The true registry exerts a minister,
One son and one daughter is enough,
Let mighty alleys fasten the flight.
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