Want Not The Glasses.
What violets or myrtles,
with scented rose and colours
Purple and make us
purblind!
Oh! Bast, Goddess of Protection,
Daughter of sun God, Your attention.
Never know the
Heart
Where Roses linger not.
What tackled vine
and brewed beer
can give, when purse
is null, Bun
is Biscuit.
Rue not to transport
to
A world of Sacred
peace
and Serenity Divine.
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