One walks in the forest to see good plants,
They burden each other, they are brothers.
The family is larger than the world itself,
Botany so bountiful is absorbing the air.
My relief spends its bank notes on you,
Who loves the moist forest of trusted qualities.
The good glancing mushrooms reside
Inside each other, like different types of houses,
In a family of relatives that speak to each other
With some modicum of respect,
Like the respect of some numbers in the making,
The numbers you have found in theories.
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