Clever men slog for a living
In some stupid prince's palace
How will their hearts renew
If fate sometimes bring
Swinging hips and lotus eyes
And large breasted women
To comfort them
To challenge the evanescence
Of the rising moon ?
Yes, it is true
Why should I lie ?
In all three worlds
(heaven, this world, and hell)
Nothing brings him
As much joy as a woman
But it is also true
That nothing brings him
As much grief as well
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