Grace is the thanks you donate to the country,
For the knowledge of a great life acquires a trust;
One nation builds and reflects in this reality of light,
The same light of a friendly person so encumbered.
The friends are so special that their speaking climbs,
Reflecting a burden of the ideal sentiments so calm.
My friendship is exploring the deep cosmic brilliance,
My stars are in their laughter of love and free energy.
This much is certain of their destinies and sight,
Camping on the reality is comprehending the grace.
For the gracious few who reflect on their rigours,
We congratulate and clap like divine search;
The hunt is so divine, so exact and perfect,
Souls of the heaven are together in chivalry.
Grace is the perfect trait to train in the brains brought
In the hearts, so many hearts are trained with sighs.
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