An unintelligible cry cancels the peace,
Frowning is not needed, it is appalling.
To a close lane the cries have come,
Now two cries have been witnessed.
Compelling and commanding, the voices
Suppose a brilliant weather of joy.
What handsome features are these!
They resound in the galaxy, after the noises,
And cries are beautiful afterwards.
This crying business estimated us as humans,
We live and die among the crowning achievements
Of sound and noise.
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