The world spiritually declines you,
Powers obey those in command;
Hats beside, a little time is needed
To clothe the crust of the world with carpets.
Roads stimulate our sight and hearing,
Gathering a little love from obvious nature;
Vehicles praise each other, somewhere,
And shoulders weigh hundredfold.
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