A person hesitates to overthrow the first man,
He gave birth to himself by some inclination;
A woman was then derived by actual art,
And the pair were a married couple before dawn.
This man restrained his thoughts, sure and slow,
Stunts of the transport were at work,
A journey carved through the tundra seemed
Hard work, and then the woman who was wife
Peacefully left the area with goodness and life.
To find joy you heat the cup of icy water,
To boil the remains of the decisions,
And command a joke from the high position,
The same graphic place we enjoy from hearts.
A person sees wrong in philosophers
And sees righteous men in philosophy
And scholarship of bigger books.
The transport of books concerns the musicians
Who see sounds of the ultimate decision.
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