Flower of love,
Flower of peace,
Flower of joy!
Touching the hearts with the truth from your works.
The muse of life and, the ramance of nature!
Knowing what to do when the need arises;
With the muse of the echoes of peace.
Hood, wood, food!
With honey and salt to satisfy your love;
Flowing,
Following,
With no alternative than the works of the
truth.
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