Like two days we love always,
Little children redress their hair
For the waiting better ones
Or who are called parents,
Simple walkers and wakers.
The best of those who speak
Create stews of fish and steak,
Coming with gods and fools
Either in one day or the other.
Ornate rights show the thinkers
What life takes in with so much truth.
The devils must be like two days,
The deities are in felicity today
And also tomorrow, in a valid
Assumption too many have found.
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