To be modest the wise man bespeaks in the performance,
Seeing who to be avoided in the acting of the show,
A far too legitimate reason has been compelled
As gold comes to the rescue in its innate fibres of flesh,
Admonishing the weak-at-heart and strengthening
Those with mortal flesh.
The staring carries on with legitimate help,
He is not resented by the blooming of trees,
He is taught by us all of the time,
Teaching those to forbid others in time.
I see silver arise and be replaced with golden
Learning so surprising and lukewarm.
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