I know the great men,
They are the happiest in their own domain,
The pleasant men always laugh,
They always sing
And they always dance in pure joy and spirit,
Being unaware of the sorrows and sufferings of the filthy earth.
It's a rare sight,
Very difficult to imagine with a clumsy mind,
I wonder and wonder,
But I appreciate them very well,
As I meet them very often with my pure and sublime wings of poesy,
I understand how they successfully avoid the obscene thoughts and become the happiest in their superior realm,
But I will not disclose it to others,
For I fear the other people being jealous, may destroy their lovely and unblemished sphere.
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