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Remove the glove of sin from your palm,
And cast it from you as a banished seed
Let not untruth dwell in you doing harm
Then in your veins shame will not proceed
But who am I a humble man of Earth,
To state such words that I can't claim as mine
That give no value to what I am worth
For I can't more than this these words refine
Are words made right being words they believe
To be those thoughts residing in their heads
Or must I in guilt attempt to retrieve
All those words another thinker dreads
Poets say so much where others would refrain
And suffer much the consequential pain
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