A mine of information surpasses the next mine,
A solid rock works to obstruct us from the same.
May we bend our walk accordingly,
Prancing needs no objection, no praise.
It is a prank to keep and learn, in this way,
The mine of knowledge is upon us once more.
Yesterday it was skill, today luck,
And tomorrow the world seems successful.
What is more than wisdom in this book?
Learning afresh is too small an issue.
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