They spoke too often and saw new roads
That learnt strength during the war
To do all sizes of wellness and sublimity.
From the stolen hearts of the beloved fighters
And the outer cover of one wretched
A surprise began to take effect among
The rich and wealthy, and citizens saw
Once more the very expensive pieces
Of jewellery, that were like scimitars
Still oddly silent, fully welcome
And full of steams and vapours.
As if they were old friends,
The trains that met were definitely blessed
With speed and higher acceleration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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