My pen will never decline
For its air shall keep on blowing
For its water shall keep on flowing
For its fire shall keep on glowing
For its earth shall keep on growing
My pen will never recline
For its air shall keep on winging
For its water shall keep on singing
For its fire shall keep on stinging
For its earth shall keep on growing
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