Recall how we differ: report on the monster,
That gives its blood to the hilt of this sword.
It frowns and brings us jovial atmospheres,
Bursting the banks of knowledge like a wisdom
Of fruit, offering those in darkness a right in love.
Remember now the pains of a thousand days,
It is blessing that resounds further than the normal light
Of a normal torch, or the torture will grow with infinity.
My blood is blooming like the red rose, winning and losing
At the same time, let this be feeling and emotion in one.
Receive the permission of a paper that contracts,
But never do nerves fail when the flying cats arrive?
Remember them when memory is fresh, reading is the blessed,
Reciting the books is of a sound so holy, so divine,
That the blind men stagger at the speech of the slain.
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