Of the colours of love and,
Of the gifts of your love;
But, do not lift up your arms always without a reason,
For, i am here to teach you my friend.
When you give up a gift so precious to you to somebody,
You will lift up your success towards the moon with a clue!
But, do not lift up a stone against your neighbour;
For, true peace is the key about life.
Zortovi my friend!
When you sift you will shift;
Muse, use!
So, do not life up heavy burdens and be killed like a fool in your town.
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