Good boys learn in the other way,
Pulling the eyes of strangers that say.
Fortune still lives among us in this way,
Living well, forgiving others is too gay.
Good men travel huge distances,
Frightening the other half with care and annoyances;
Pleasing will define the race of sentinels,
Angels are those who live like admirals.
Too much created from nothing is like a person
In pure manner forever, like someone with invocation.
The righteous men of this world sigh and learn,
Turning swords to the soldiers, lessening them so as to govern.
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