Sound is precious for your thoughts,
Utter them while you describe them,
Let the sounds of the letters be your thoughts.
Such plenty of thinking is mockery and talk,
As felonious as mustard in the tongue
And not musical to the ear or like sound.
Such sound is precious for the mind and
Let the genius of chosen people divide you
And letters must flow on, just flow for your learning.
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