Real Wisdom
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I shall prefer no crown
If I is known
That it shall cost me dear love
I shall allow it to leave
What if I loose fortune!
But get melody with tune
That sings hymns of harmony
I shall accept it as the gift from almighty
I shall live in hut
If not shrouded by 'but'
I shall never cut
The love roots
What shall happen?
If I am driven
From my heaven
To face hell even
I shall prefer to be an ordinary man
To live with my woman
She shall occupy the kingdom
And that shall be real wisdom
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