How art thou with thy words.
The Words that cometh out of thy mouth.
True are the Words.
But False is the Lips.
Your mind sayeth one, Your Words speaketh another.
How shall I Know, the one speaking.
Moved am I by your touch,
Even more by your words.
Sometimes they are as thorns in the flesh,
And as the Fragrance of the Red Roses,
In the Garden thereof.
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