where will those prays go
when i'm in woe?
Of my lovliest and sweetest comrades
and of my dear and dearest mates,
to whom i'm a glorious star,
and have made better repute so far.
And if i believe in God they must,
clear from me the sleep of lust
but must make me to go to sky,
and keep me safe from evil and spy,
and all the gloom of lust must die,
when love and justice become me EYE
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