All of my way, all of my say
Is gaining trust in the affairs of man;
This good offering complains of pain,
Much like the gain of golden treasure.
I was a serene writer, a melody arrived
On the balcony one day,
Feeding the ravens with all the seed
Entering the vicinity.
All of this day, and all of my ray
Carried light equally, like folders
Of studies and books of factuality,
Defending my stay on Earth.
All I want from humanity glistens
To provide my dream, the dream that
A theory has arisen from a deep well,
A well of brilliance shining into darkness.
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