A Sharpened Razor
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A sharpened razor
You are going on the edge
Of a sharpened razor.
And here is your life, see
O my dear, always in fear
You are playing here
With this sharpened razor.
Be attentive, my dear
A little inattentiveness
May at once create
Bloodshed and havoc.
O my Lord, save me, I pray
From this world of matter
Save me from material contamination.
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