They are the biggest and longest hours of the goal,
There needs to be a change of heart and goals,
Fulfilling us both with smiles and cheer
In the process of learning.
Like a normal thought the beauty is absurd,
Do not be mean to my entire beautiful repose;
It is the impostor who imposes its grave and reason,
The facts are dissolved in front of him like a mirror.
Pull a map from your saddlebag and despair,
For it is three thousand degrees in heat,
And the map has an awareness of beautiful thoughts,
Treasures shall be obtained, work will be blamed.
I was entombed and off to sleep, leaving and stopping,
With a fine resolve, that made be bigger and better
Than the opposition who also had thoughts of the enemy,
One foe is better in strength than a thousand forces.
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