The whole hearted swan has flown distant lands
Where seas have merged and disgrace has paid an
Awful amount of love.
The love forces one love to bring the swans to bigger
Features on this earth of wool and silk.
The charts indicate their travel,
Beauty has arisen, the swans have produced
Some philosophy,
When swans no longer dance
And thinkers forgive their birds once more.
The swan is littler than the ostrich
But the latter combines with fairness
To see each thinker or mortal
To travel at the speed of light.
Fair joy is made from each flight,
The ostrich must conquer the land
Then the sea has emerged from the cart of the world.
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