The angels cry with peace, peacefully and directly,
So God who created them and their wings also cried.
God’s unique work implied clever secrets to uplift his appearance,
God spoke so forgivingly over us, He spoke to the whole city.
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There is a glad running game,
Offered to winners already.
They climb and stand, fight and work,
Worrying like swimmers forever.
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I ask for a chance to sight a bird,
May winter run away afterward.
This season is just some of the year,
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Love sings in the flowing river,
A source of love shines light down,
Inside the emotion of hate is a forgiver,
I adore a law saying pride of the crown.
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Open this book after closing it,
A page from a crafty pen is written;
The ink and sheets of paper stay together,
A dagger can not sigh on the word.
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In this world of acres there is all being,
Collecting weeds to kill and degrade,
All creation subjugates the senses.
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Your heaven is engaged in springing and jumping,
Underneath the sky is pictured the spirit abounding.
May God seal their hearts and so forever expel the ones,
No matter the appearance of actions, whatever the admirations.
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