Oh, lord to my glory,
What magic boon, I have received,
I think to shoot fruit, for which,
I receive goods in return of my choice,
Tomorrow, when I come bare to you,
have me as your destiny,
because if you don't you will
find yourself fighting with a storm
and in no way you can find a way out
of it.
Regards,
Tuli
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