Nay!
Give thy thoughts no tongue, And you're considered to be dumb, Put smoke signals in the air, So you don't get beat up by a bear. Beauty as art, The narrator goes forth, Hands on or off, You should carry the torch. Are you going somewhere now? Or taking a long break? Going up steep stairs, You'll understand what is fake. Lying on your side, It shows no ambition, It makes good things, Go through a major transition. Nay! I say, So believe, You me, Too sad, To cry, So go climb, A tree.
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