On the lively cutting edge,
Of the strain bearing stone.
On the lovely foaming touch,
Of the strong-hearted cloud,
Sharing a common formality,
Of one being immortal.
The one deployed along,
The action that went so long,
The clear and pure truth,
And the purse of happiness,
That bared unrivaled,
With what their faith sustains,
As long as the earth see,
The pause of life,
The stop of rivalry,
The result of action,
And the pain of separation.
