Let us fix our tongue
On a simple language
From where doth
The mirth of life, responds
With common fore;
The brighter teeth, and
A trunk full of rosy lips
Life may part us
With glory and gleam
Here and heaven above;
But let us measure
The volume of vowels
That play untouched
The saga of eternity
Consonant with life on earth
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