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A shepherd king, was lifted up, drawing me near.
To a certain mountain peak, piercing crystal sky's. On spoken words I labored to belief sublime. With crushing wheels on a serpent's neck! I will to be heard, even a whisper gathered. For the one that loves will surely listen! And will he not bestow esteem as riches, Though my voice speaks of dearth audacious? But I was turned beneath that river in birth. Bound to an existence, I knew not at hand. Capture brought forth what I could not be, Then his loving face shined, my shepherd king!
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