Allowed,
Parted, departed!
But, remove wickedness from the presence of the truth;
And, your throne will be established with righteous works.
Wickedness,
To be part of the shame;
But, do not hastily go to court with the muse of what your eyes have seen! !
First, remove the dross from the silver; then comes material for the silversmith to work on.
Parted, departed!
After all these years with you;
Misty mood,
Now looking west;
The deep roots of love are now uprooted.
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