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our private life as infants of slavery

Story of Pygmalion

in the age among the grand masters of sage

tapping oughts in my noughts

Gratitude

liberty dawns from your purposes

mellow trains made of marshmallows

all my good deeds were written in my intentions

deterrence to permutations of madness

words poured from there

made up skipped regrets jumping like a leaped frog

Dawning of the great generosity age

ideas made of light never dies

damn beam parade sharade

nothing determined but everything is aligned

crowned with the sword of understanding