Come to the spirit of the law,
Open the books of goodness and gold.
May the rich help speak well of you,
Asking flowers and potions of wonder.
Faces resent speaking and listening,
Not when the smiling has been encountered.
A guardian is unknown, for knowledge perfectly
Undoes the secrets of life.
Let joyful agencies pretend this life is perfect!
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