How many tongues have you
I know not, but it is for
Your tongues I am afraid of you.
What is true and what is false
Is different issues
To say always palatable words
Is also not good.
But one must reap as one has sown
And must get what he has given
Multiplicity is not there it is well known.
What is there to belief and
What is there not to belief, my dear
That I know not, it is the fate
That is going on its own course.
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