1. I have a writer who erases lines and transcribes,
You see him decide what he wants and transcribes,

2. Bring him close, though he may remove his perfection,
After leaning, I removed and marched on,

3. A mountain, when the investigator is shaken, is rooted,
Superstitions ride in the simple, and yet,

4. He forever breaths with the souls of love,
For him the seven planets are eyes,

5. And the earth a mother, and the wise man a brother.