These words like flakes of glittering gold embroidered into snow-white silk.
There is no jewel, no star, no light, that outshines my loquacious ilk.
Words: my friends, my swords, my shield.
With them at hand, I shall never yield.
There is no jewel, no star, no light, that outshines my loquacious ilk.
Words: my friends, my swords, my shield.
With them at hand, I shall never yield.
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