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Let me see hairs on your hand
Or your bone-idling right now ;
There is a way to get snow
From a mere single rock, and
You won't believe it - I know !
You won't follow me - that's right !
But you should learn when I wright
Things would self-transform below.
Don't bellow front neither later ;
Just take some piece of paper
Just use your pens with new works
Grant the running ink - it yorks
Each wish induces a dept ;
Take it and shake it forthwith
Make it a banknote herewith
Then share it and leave a bet
Slowly and surely someone
Will come to exchange your will
Into renewal - it's still
Awesome to think what I've won !!
"OK ! Admitting you're right ;
I still do not understand
How would that physically stand
Into this true world, so tight ?!?"
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