I open the door and smile,
Like a circle and a triangle,
Filling the balms of nature
With laughter and praise.
The smiling zone is official,
A straight road will lend a hand.
Soon the sadness runs
Away to commit sentences
Of trust, a smiling zone
Has begun. With my long life,
The doors have been expelled
And those with sad openings
Are sad men who partake in
A slaughter, this month there is
A sin too complete, and the sins
Accumulate to be a blessed
Condition, but not divine enough.
The strong men are with distress,
The rangers and the archers fight
To win their slaughter,
Smile upon their features
In this life of fantasy.
Smile on the fantastic people
Who live by and abstain from work.
The strong work is against
The nature of men,
But strength is from within,
Within a smile.
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