My chief has hindered me by the way,
Open me in my heart, follow me and you.
Lie on the side of goodness, gauntlets
Are held for the nights and days to count.
My terms concern me as I weep, tears flow,
Internal wishes are heard by the mind
To flow onto our rights, the lights
Too blowing on the sight of our eyes.
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