To learn is too enormous now,
My life creates a mind,
This land is bigger than your brow,
On peaceful terms we find.
Your work may barge a rage so great,
That desks are written on,
That rest can then accentuate
The day, with night all gone.
May living manage my pain then,
With life as matter some,
When exercise has been again,
And clever lips are dumb.
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