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A Knock At The Door

A Knock At The Door

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Opening the door show the light,

Gust of wind blows north right.


Icy mist whitens the hilly way,

I am unable to track the zigzag silly dray.


The Dear of King do chase we,

Who do need a service of security.


A helpless man so begs Mercy, free law,

Who is just in plight, and is assistance-draw' .


A tired monk thus roves random, unfortunately,

Open this Door for your mate conjugately.


It is too late now, that is not a bit needful,

Your security, too, seeks luckily seedful,


For the sake of good and ours,

Receive a bliss of Holy Powers.


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