Light travels and dismays like faces,
The travelling face wears out in long life,
It is the face that conjectures and surprises.
One man exerts his effort to the duties,
A woman shall relent and behave normally;
But does the person of health be with length?
I have light in my eyes, nose and feet,
My joining to others is enjoined by some,
Yet we face the same illness and the same lie.
Light fades according to trust and faith,
It mingled with kings and queens of sight,
They delivered the goodness of the nation.
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