I read you in the paper
As a polite man of great reading,
Wondering, exposing, confronting
And being a solid entity
That refutes.
The good name exists in the elixir,
One of the formations in this field
Of battle called life is in this elixir,
And you seem to be reading
And pursuing, parrying your thrusts.
This trigger in the brain has happened,
Always the stage of development
Has been attained,
To exercise the polite man of this
Century.
A little pain goes to a man of heavy
Features on the way to heaven,
Reading the paper is fun due
To the speed of the words
Expressed by majesties and higher
Men.
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