I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption
It shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation
For just as my temperament doth squabble feebly
with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities
Time
Sweet majestic unwavering time
Doth reconcile in me
An assurance of tranquility shall invade my troubled waters
And calm the turbulent seas
To but a ripple
As if transposed to a lake
Where the sun doth shine from the heaven's
And prosperity will live in my house
Once more
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