Just inside the house
Is a river so wet and runny;
Just there stands feeling,
After those feelings are more
Emotions.
For each brick there exists thought,
Going to this mighty soup of cement
Is like reaching a stronghold,
Fortifying the brave who constructed it.
Feel their extra talent
And win their hearts
If you deserve health
And the wealth of your possessions,
Your offspring exist also in the house.
The brave shall visit frequently,
Justice commands them to step far
Into the rooms and far into alcoves,
This house is splendid like a golden palace.
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