As you say
You owe no one no detail
The deeds you did were your tale
Oh! The lovely long rain showers
Whose outcome is today’s flowers
Colour of it not so white nor red
Signifies whatsoever you fed
Holy was all that you said
The rich attention that you paid
Made them all wise and sane
But it’s they who chose the lane
Mighty is the bread
Right is for what I prayed
No longer I need a shade
The price I have already paid
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