I see the wonders offering me existence,
I shine on the essence of hearts,
Opening their breasts and cleaning their blood,
Turning is concealing that wonders.
One, and then two sizes are sought,
Heavens market those heavens,
These follies are against the audition,
Lines of candour are astounding us.
One or three children escape frighteningly,
Foolish men circle the heavenly spheres;
Hell is upon them in the end of deserts,
Children are against you in this world.
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