A mediocre principle has exposed truth of terrors,
The prejudice parts the seas as the terrible sight;
One man with philosophy finds a hairlike dress,
Just to be with him, a little wine has made essence.
The principles of the nightmares were privileged,
The mansions for rich men were richer than the richest
Of the owners of palaces, a ferrous material collapsed
The muscles of the world, a world within a world of heaven.
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