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Book II: Part I

Open that shell

And out ocmes me,

So many judge

And so little see.

You hear and believe

Without motive to ask,

Words may decieve

But thruth will grasp.

I am not what i say

I am what i do,

I feel what i fell

So what i do is true.

Let wind carry mistruths

And let your heart see,

For you control judgement

But pause on judging me.

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