Up to the end of the year stay put,
Living in a twist of the atmosphere, stay put.
I gather words and breath of oxygen,
Indeed the stay on Earth is to adhere, stay put.
My empire needs growing every day,
This garden of the soul can appear and stay put.
The air is eerie and cool, once a day,
The nights are clear with the biosphere, they stay put.
The slumber of ooze is such that the night is dear,
When years function I am absent with beer, just stay put.
You must decide the life to fetch and burrow,
A year takes shape, my enemy is to disappear, I still stay put.
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