Do not pass by, don't spit, don't bother,
But repent of weekdays and deeds,
Plunge in love with your head and bosom.
Thow it's small, but this love you need.
If you do this - then little by little,
With the opened and living soul -
You will get the right skill and vision,
Then you'll find what is really yours!
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