Ride on,
Ride on and hold this Shelter,
Where we are,
Food is not the BREAD of Heaven,
It is from the Unfeigned Verse that Compose a Thought,
Tell me more,
I got no fear in my Veins,
Whilst I breathe that Eternal Breathe of the Heavens.
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