If my words take
A form of a prayer,
It is so turned by thee,
For I know not
What other ways could there be,
To hold the rise of a kind of poetry,
If my words perchance take
A form of a song, hymn like,
Don't take them as mere flattery,
For I know not
What other ways could there be,
To hold the rise of a kind of poetry.
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