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The Disturbed

I want to spread the message of peace, true peace. But that which lies under my breast is easily covered with the hues of that which the sunken balls see; I want to ride on the backs of unbroken horses without having to make any wishes, shoot arrows, and learn good swordsmanship. Have the clouds housing my thoughts nourished this body just in vain? Do you not also wish to sing His praises and dwell on in His remembrance? But for the fickleness of the souls, forgetfulness lives in time; When the heart takes to His remembrance, it becomes one in peace, fountains flow from the sockets, the body submits in humility to the reins of its grateful mind, and the soul gains strength from its faithful tongue. Thus, the true remedy for the disturbed; Come let's spread peace, that our hearts may find even more.

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