Give me your kingdom and speak to your heart
About the losses of our journey into the heart.
Will you divinely inspire me with weapons and joy?
The heart is my weapon of peaceful generations,
Long numbers of descendants align in their files
To enjoy the hearts in their breasts, walking, marching.
The swinging of birds failed today and tomorrow,
Internal quakes wanted their flight to be pure.
But the external quakes decided to lie and scowl,
Forgiving only the creatures without hearts.
The men with hearts will reign and conquer,
So give me your kingdom and speak to your heart.
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