Actions and words carry the meaning of work,
For the professional life is all too a look,
I guarantee the joke of many and few, many and few,
Tonight I can sell the best anthem and all new.
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Rustling leaves must be sounding like autumn,
Judging the ground we walk, and also
How we trudge along life after death
Has happened to the summer season of Joy.
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See the false valour rampage a destiny,
The feelings are vampires of the highness;
They concoct a potion for the necromancers,
Defending the ankles and freezing the footprints,
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A blast of behaviour ripped the muscles,
My machines are best with angels;
It is fire, where the fire burns after,
Only in hours do reasons lift glamour.
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Given, lost and stolen, the prize of women is the past,
History strikes their sacrifices, held by some who last.
The good and anxious are wordy of earth’s wonder,
Fixing ultimate achievements, feathering the feet of a headmaster.
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Invigorating my soul is special when encountering pain,
Pain is an issue we have to explain:
The way a man uncovers his soul,
As if life has been in a hellhole.
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Plastic looked to people as towers were tall,
The wood has driven away the night
With few dreams of trees,
And the stunted growth of living beings
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Inside my vessel called the mind
I venture forth into many lands;
They are reflected in the mirror
As I stand and stare to fulfil myself.
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