Heavens are above us when stars reign like kings,
The sparkling lights fold in the shadows of the heart.
We see customs uniquely, where are the bears of insolence?
Our light shapes the true worth of majestic beings whose
Tastes and shadows supplement the rich question.
Heaven is more than a guise of stupor and ambulation,
It is reposing with the loves and likes of doves and stars.
Our position is sacred in this garden of delighted famous light,
It poses a problem for the wreckage and slaughter.
Clouds are above us when we climb, and heaven surmounts
Us with full wisdom and tragedy, a clerk benefits us exactly.
His writing is on walls of clever divinity enclosing our bodies,
As we bespeak and connive the concepts of the human race.
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