You must judge the distinctions living within,
Simply they trigger more sins so that you die
When you are accomplished,
Like the ball that bounces and never stops.
This mind is jollier than the sword,
A word here, a word there resolves disputes,
Little is the prisoner and his pleasure.
To be right words we think along a tune
Of happiness that defines who you are,
When music shall stop to subjugate that
Mentality that shines before all mentalities.
It is the sound of simplicity inside our hearts
That enfolds our living spectrum
To the taste of gold that shines.
You must judge the distinctions living within,
Simply.
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