To be self contained without decay
A self might watch and clean and stay
For a long and fixed duration
Leaving lost the thought ablation 

Never mind the 'vailing sins
Even though the look is grim
Watch the feeding of the fox
Giving gives to inside box

Sustain is such as closed it is
Even though it wanted whiz
Kidding though a goat may cry
Laying fields where sleepy lies

Be a tree as Taoist pleas
Forsake the totalizing breeze
Whisper in the longer hair
Whistle past the future's lair

Such is life for those who gnome
Not yet nor ever cit'zen roam
Gone the dreams of freedom's kiss
Found the yard for quiet bliss

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