Dark and bright; I return to everyone what is rightly due.
Like the clouds that flow everywhere; but pour rain on lands very few.
Though the wrath feeble, it knows; destroying the peace of the hours.
In absence of virtue none will grow; an essence to crush beautiful flowers.
Fire when all went through, ice at the end; and never water.
The soul always knew that it be true, ignorance it must slaughter.
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