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All rivers flow to bigger end,
The water passes through fire and earth,
The art they travel need not describe,
Our current measure need not survive,,
The leaping frog who casts this way,
Could never think what art today,
These teachers who graze the fields,
These students who study the fields,
They could not survive, nor have they,
More the merrier, more the water stay,
Long have they thought, long have fought,
This bitter angst who could never have got
The choicest rivers for life’s desire,
Nor sooner is divine but heaven’s divine!
Alas, the Earth is shaken, and fire come true,
Though never is aligned our faults come through
And never was desire this heavenly fault come true,
A legion of fact, and cast logic at bay for gruel,
Is never for desire yet never have students come cruel!