I Containeth Three Infinitely;
Therefore, The Beautiful Sword In [Right Hand]
Therefore, The Beautiful Flower In [Left Hand]
Therefore, Myself As Therein...
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[..], As Twas The The [...],
And Amid The Beautiful,
Slew I The Flower In Virgin Orientation,
Now,
My Flower Fell To The Earth,
Its Head Withered Lifeless,
My Sword, Out Of Blood Of The Flower, Being Cut,
Rusted And The Rust Shall Make Dust Therebe,
The Hardened Seed[s] Of The Dead Flower, Was Beheld,
Its Dwellings Weret The Houses Of Rust And Body,
Alas Those I Withheld,
Grew Out Of Me An Olive Tree...