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And he believed, there is a soul,

Which’s of a similar communion,

And languishing it’s searching for

The one with whom would make a union.

And he believed that he had friends,

Who’d accept for his honor chains,

And non of them would ever waver

To smash a vessel of a slander;

That there are chosen by the fortune

The people’s sacramental friends,

Sometimes they’ll get the magic brands

And save humanity from tortures;

The world will stay in pleasant tranquil,

And people will be for that thankful.