sense
Sense is the way of a distant day. Laughing aloud, for the present dismays. The present is poisoned by the past’s defiance. One day man will engage in strong alliance. Love is the cure for a flickering earth. Peace the solution to achieving rebirth. Understanding is the way in which we’ll improve. Sense is the path on which we should move.
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