Nature of the wine is of a pond,
Its stagnant pond reflects in the world.
For many are drunk, many are wild,
Fulfilling dreams of a night in despair.
These goals of the different kindness
Reflect the ideals of a failed nation.
The natural ponds are worthier than nests
Of messages that are received by the
Unfortunate men and women of ages.
The natural reality is a good or godly reality,
His Dominion is the land of the moral,
For nature is moral and we are men
Of distinctness, the overall picture has
Elapsed, the pains of goals have been surveyed.
Nature of whining men is of the natural being,
But they are drunk, and we are natural like men.
The goals of a day are against some of the natures
That are confident in the strife and struggles.
Wait then, wait then, with followers to be helped,
For nature is a wondrous object that collapses
After too many real men invade the privileges.
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