To enjoy yourself your energies exalt the brightness of truth,
Too many men involve themselves in cherishing the stars of truth.
One of the stars lurks behind another to confront the enemy,
The enemy is extinct forever, the enemy considers a crime.
My aim is on the reality of the paths, the speaking is pardoned,
It distantly strokes the atmospheres, its intensity confronts nobody.
The arms of a belated man are frontally posted at the entrance,
So enter and believe in his horizons, working wonderfully in weeds.
Flowers overpower the fun of the moment, a sending signal is kept,
My own gigantic family carries a whole harvest once a year.
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