You dress the mind with success,
It labours night and day, opening.
We close it due to some sort of activity,
Offering a bright future so wild.
The dress of the body is beautiful,
Inside we house our learned manner.
It is a mansion of repute, of utter pleasure,
For the people around us will their way.
The mind houses superhuman traits,
Which we use as much as we can.
The mind and body arouse a point,
That point is our home, the one mansion.
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