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Adjusting with one's discipline 
The theory of thejob
Called as superiors guidance
Brain hasn't job and may sleep
Face to face all are listeners
Pickup the orders for beating
Like a robot life is a desert
I wish to hide my fault with a curtain 
Then I close my eyes to rest
I breath you every time
And cherish each drop of your flavor
I am glad to find a person like you
Lovely silence is the most wonderful talk
With thedrop of water making a deep sea
The flow of wine filled with peace
Then may walk death's shadowed ways.

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