Clean Hands, Pure Mind
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Clean hands, pure mind
I need you.
Not under control
No selfless service.
Purpose not served
Game-fixing over.
My dear, deviate not
From right path.
You will reach
That you want.
Keep clean and
Take quick action.
I am the only happy man
Rest are my followers.
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