The goddess isn't the perennial river
for all those here and there to dip and bathe.
When rogues and brutes come near, they must shiver
and go off you, Gazalle, in good faith.
Burst from my heart, you're the mineral spring
to make an urge and surge of ditties blithe
and welcome the great immortal souls to sing
a peaceful, penury-free world, back to bring.
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