All good thoughts in spite of righteousness Is not the kind of thoughts in spite of greatness Often not the state is advocation If we form a power of recognition Forget loss and perfect advocation If it drops or stays in convocation All we praise is all we want in commerce All we praise is parties, foreign commerce Entertain ideas of great communion Shelter not materials in union (All we praise is not the kind of commerce That's the right solution!) All good thoughts is not the act of doing What we want but what we should improving Properties, ideas, a woman's pleasure Is empowered by love, a perfect measure!

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