Regularly I eat,
Regularly I write,
Regularly I live.
My living,
My writings,
And my eating
All are but,
Not for me,
For you,
For truth.
Pure I am I say,
Pious is in me I say,
I hear all, dear guy, and
I proceed forward with my own footsteps.
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