Return to the shadows, return to the grave,
Mighty weathers of change are increasing on this Earth.
Risk a soft deed counting on the lucky ones,
They have menaces, they have callous men
All in Hell.
Have a spectrum of thought and abhorrence,
Actually, the mind of a thinker is sacred.
A soft deed acts, a hard one perpetuates,
So long as manliness teaches the shadows,
All too dark.
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