What is pious
And what is not
I know not, my dear
I am doing what I like
And I love all
And I am happy, see
I need no help
I need no perfection
I need only Your presence
And in Your presence
I feel myself effulgence
I am just effluence
And it is my own
elegance in Your presence.
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