There is a time and a place
for you to show your grace.

One for each forgotten virtue
that should earn you a statue.

Oh, if only I could see those moments
and be relieved of all befoulments,

I could live my life so free
of all that causes misery.

Then at last could mine and I
be at peace and search the sky.

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