Be alert, don’t flirt
Who will listen, the call?
Deaf, dumb or blind!
I put myrtle of peace
On my mind and heart
Be alert, don’t flirt
Many I left
Quietly I wept
Fear none
There is only one
Cohort of nature
Away from the the dirt
Be alert, don’t flirt
Who will listen the call?
Deaf, dumb or blind!
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