The Temptations.
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Boasting ourselves in undue means
Every thing that made for humans
The comforts that we have to enjoy
An utter false notions it seems
Every thing we are bound to respect
The nature made it for a specific cause
We can enjoy and take it for the real need
Not to steal or destroy for our own profits
The notions are from the selfish thoughts
These notions are to be restricted
There a mind with broadness we to nurture
Here the world is so pretty enough.
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