I am so tired of rumours
May the rumour mongers
Grow plague in their teeth
So shy they will feel to speak.
I am so tired of rumours
May the rumour mongers go blind
So they can't find their way
To where rumour dwells.
I am so tired of rumours
May the tale bearers
Have their tympanum broken
So they can't hear any rumour flying
The world of rumours
Is the world of tales
Still in every iota of rumour
Truth hides its head
Away from the world.
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