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[Anaximandala]

The gods may bless your heart, my dear,
that their existence constant flow
like water through your soul to grow
while flushing soft away the fear,

the worry, the annoying things
that when the soul awakes to fly
to find the world behind the sky
you spread, like destiny, your wings

to get whats worth to work and strive
to find the joy, where's suffering,
it is the attitude to sing
that makes us laugh and love the life.