Say to me my song in tomorrow’s time,
At the table preach to me the wisdom
Of your book, the many-sided volume
That turns into food or lunch.
My laughter is well-eaten, after so much,
This brotherhood amazes me,
And I sing from the bottom of my heart
The real strength of my soul
As it turns into gold.
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