You have thought not of that,
And you thought that not perfect.
This was not really that,
That was not this although.
That has less of this, true,
In that - hardly you find
This, which I can assume,
And I'm nowadays tired.
Say, we'll wait for that thing,
That is well to be postponed.
Because after that - this
Will be of no problem.
There, where that door
Will be widely such opened,
This will turn to be more,
Than that, which was forgotten.
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