Speak out to the expectation
being in hunger
With large meaning,
Be seated with allegation
And cast no eyes on arrogance.
Every morn approaches the noble one -eyedness
With the message of passiveness of cool.
Do stand on the corridor,
Having overlooked you, birds fly.
Dreams come back to my corridor
With corporate corpse of night.
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