My friend’s disposition grew intense
Towards the purloined thoughts,
As I reiterated my own speech
In favour of a tranquil notion.
My land of dreams is of this disposition,
Entering the supper and lunch.
The external sign carries principles
Too economic and political.
I am before my mind, placing there
A certain thought delivered,
For the tranquillity of my friend
Has entered the frame of existence.
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