Teaching nature is naturally expectant of virtue,
The personality is the place, you peace them;
The essential qualities beautified the man
And the man whose nature was driven to hurling
Speeds drove further than the bridges of life.
Nature does not need a solidity or force,
If your path is that of danger the forces have fixed
Their stare and behold you with ultimate distinction;
The nature is straight onwards, the filling of tactics
Creates a country full of honour and virtue.
You have no place in this fuel that displaces
Our kindred of liars, full of faults and diseases,
This role you take is straightforward and clearer
Than a thousand designs, my fortnights fuel
The wizards of my year and centuries.
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