Under the sun is a reason and a run,
Forming clever tactics with the real one.
The moon is intelligent and wise
Like so many lies under the clear blue sky.
Many faces reveal many diverse views,
To learn those with art is a blessing.
The angelic voice calls out on the surface
Of this polite planet, and we emerge to be reunited
With family, with religion and opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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