Runners, sometimes please look back,
Lovers, please keep the hate botton on,
Soldiers, sometimes sell your your weapons,
Because 'sometimes even right is wrong'.
Oh digger,
what is the height of mount.
Oh gardener,
where will your waste sent!
Oh thinker,
all good is different from bad.
Oh preacher, where will you end!
Oh widow, what a girl is!
Oh lady, what is a prison?
Oh girl my girl, don't poise
To tell what is freedom!
Oh old man what is freedom!
Oh my lord what is forgiveness!
Oh me what is knowledge!
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