The lewdness of your youth,
You preach but, you do not practice;
Of your sins! !
In broad day light;
And, to neglect the truth.
War!
With the archers shot from the walls;
Aiming at the people,
In the name of a vain custom.
Add, adduce!
Destroying the crown of the Autumn flowers;
In the land.
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