The clothes of a welcome man are solid,
He wraps himself up in silk and cheese of the flesh;
The prayers at night seem like mathematics,
Half of them smash into the wars of old nature.
Add those feelings to the other side,
A little feeling is a little emotion
When you play to be the subtractor,
As far as the eye can be seen by eagles.
Read me when you are fine and hurt,
Cast away the clever cats so that hurts
Curtail the tails of the tough life,
Much has enormous life and addition.
I have to add the recitations of old nature,
Their mathematics are universal
For their phenomenal universe is a cosmos,
Kinsfolk object to the intentions of old stars.
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