Never does deceit occupy the place of heat,
Heats are savage creatures of such fighters;
Many are the cheaters of the century,
They fought along the righteous ways
That endowed us with slaves from the sun.
The stars of the above sky were structured
On us as the planets presented their joys.
We dry our clothes and rinse our mouth
To occupy the same role of the peasants
Who need some settlement to be pleasant.
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