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The poets are different, peoms the same How long the power to give them fame? People read it and let it behind For mortal is the mind See a drunkard who dance Has the blissfullest glance So sing, dance and  give True religion is to live!
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
No bed of roses.
The poets are different, peoms the same How long the power to give them fame? People read it and let it behind For mortal is the mind See a drunkard who dance Has the blissfullest glance So sing, dance and  give True religion is to live!
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
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