What is a sword without a sheath,
If not a burden to every land?
What is a sheath without a sword,
If not misery at hand?
Like a mirror without a face,
It is useless, it is without a grace.

I beg you not to seek,
I beg you not to lose,
I beg you only to ease 
Upon condition of those
That you already use.


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