Song of Driblets

Sing bard of untold beaty in the river banks

Lose yourself in a state of ecstacy and pleasure

Know trully how one can harken into my words

And change his mind

For tis one who trully knows

And tis one who trully perceives

The words of the prophets are like raindrops

That spring forth from the clouds and bring

Upon the way of righteousness

For once forbidden, once disobeyed

And left dismayed

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