The truth,
With the lips of love;
The input,
The laws;
With the muse of peace.
The muse of compassion,
The works of humility,
The romance of your love;
With the aroma of the laws,
As the input.
Works of joy!
With the muse of the poet;
Hear, ear, year, near, sear, shear!
With one ewe lamb as your possession,
In the land of peace.
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