You do not know a light that burns,
So safe is your quality that hides.
Its world is its group that hides,
Light emanates like a life.
You do not know knowing as a man,
But man is in knowledge.
His school is childlike because of
Joys in the day and nights of haste.
You know the light of a dark kind,
The way of people who are students
Of the living country, so handsome
In the face that only a prophet smiles.
You do not light a candle in fear,
Powerful light will never reach you,
Life is so like a member of an ending,
Powerful light is a community of workers.
The game has a name called life,
A naive city so joyed in presidency;
One moment of a law is experienced,
That policy is a minute and second.
Much light has been exposed,
Feeling servants of the right,
Invoking the names of a god so real,
Liking the departure of problems.
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