The work of the pen is to write,
She will just write there,
which your mind
I would like to write,
true-false, good-bad
Ours or someone else's
Despite being lifeless,
feeling of liveliness
She makes everyone do it,
feelings, conscience, thoughts
everyone is under your control
How can they understand anything?
think very carefully
Pick up this pen,
She doesn't introduce herself.
This is to introduce you,
Of intelligence, prudence and values.
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