Among the many acute sayings of my heart
The hardest heads have combined to produce them;
Ridiculous sayings are polite, well-looking
And blind for the worlds and the lords of adventure.
The exhibition strays far more than kindness,
Modern mania inhibits us in mighty worries;
Suggested actions involve the stewards of work,
Like the heart and its belongings, a sacred lot.
Every solid and gas may react to see the days
And the nights conserve the whole of existence;
Not in this city will negative actions take there
The pride of a generation, so polluted and polite.
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