I have a dream of forces that frolic internally,
Beating the rages backwards and the wages are heard;
My innocent self complains too much from toys
That do not exist, as the deities ideally exist.
My rage is behind the relaxed men and women,
Do not be mean to my benevolent self,
A little help goes to peaceful conditions,
Of these there are in the masses one.
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