Fixed plans dissolve like morning dust.
Prohibit less, and virtue grows,
Weapons down, and peace will show.
Subsidies gone, self-reliance will thrive,
In freedom’s breath, true life arrives.
She says: let go, and watch it bloom,
Goodness, like grass, in nature’s room.
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