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Jin Jin

The highest of the tidal waves A day for thinking thin To a plebiscite of Lincoln A propos and signs of now This day is his A thirst and not for war Echoing the strange day To fish and their release By Thursday this A plane can land on Water But bend a wheel Inevitably sink And voices cry for help Lose two to Earth This day of Eight on worry What wounds do cost If we lay low Is victory in more than one In radial sin and fully prepared To speak the joy of the Lord Troubles of spirit And hands overboard The state is stateless ground To Earth this Summer With one Jin Mingri Night is still hanging in balance Forfeiting war And releasing all prisoners A glory of Earth in this year And every country Presume this day For missions to know, and how No fear of temperance And wanted for the stars This victory will treat you by far And currences due The way we have trailed Too many unspoken- in faith No to arrests And yes to thy duty A change can still happen- By law.