Communion
In the midst of males
The grey haired meant to move
In accordance with the rule
Legislated by nature
With kola nut blessing it starts
Through pouring of librations
To call the watching sleepers
It just invites
And unites
The hustlers and the sleepers
For we all have shares
In the unity of the parties
May the light burn still
And the keeper, keep it still
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