I gave a lesson to the young at heart,
Reading eyes amassed wealth of remarkable thoughts,
The lesson was a substance of the excitement.
My readings were correct according to taste,
Her pupils laughed at me,
Kicking me after the days,
Keeping me in a wary disposition.
I gave my lesson to the weakness,
The heart carries on without you,
A bird is enough to retry the weather.
I have her pupils to restore the rowing
Acts of a day in rain,
The realities are exactly great.
Eyes and ears gather their talents
During the dry seasons.
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