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GIVE THE FEARS TO THE HEARTY LOVER

Give the thorny garden

To the gardener

And it becomes a haven of wonders

Give the cruds

To the cordial goldsmith

And they become coruscant golds

That sate the eyes to raptness

Give the fears to the hearty lover

And they become inexplicable moxie

Ones that awe the bearer

Before helps can be gotten,they have to be sought

Folding of hands avail none in plights

©

SPERALE

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