Xolamai, Ali, Mali, mail, aim!
Your love to me is like Mama's Nursery Rhymes;
But, the ox knows ist owner's crib,
And like the beautiful state of love opened before us.
Own, sown!
Of one mind and, of one spirit;
Overall!
Revealed,
With the muse of sweet love in this beautiful garden of peace.
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