My son, can you smeel the flavor of the truth?
Do you see how precious are my words to you?
I talk to you day and night, but only sometimes you listen
You would be very happy, to hear my little whisperings
I teach you the truth, because I can not lie
I guide you with my loving hand, to the places on High
Doubt not my son, of my faithful protection
The troubles will come, but you have my affection
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