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GRACE OF ONES OWN

Many of word from mouth and quill Non too sacred than mind still Look unto ones deepest of eyes One cannot see whats hiden inside A wiseman once told I Never utter what thy thoughts hide For one has thy power to behold Power of stories untold From enemies we may fight To thy dear beloved wife Nor thy fellow countryman To thy one trusted hand Not a single soul doth hear thy mind doth keep so dear

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