They mine at night and at day,
All they know is the mind of mercy,
It's their path to forgive deceit,
Or pain, what is the way of love
Is theirs, all understanding
For the seekful, can be found
In their mines, their mines of
Truth and of justice, all who
Enter are amazed and confused,
In the sight of hate they scatter,
For they pure and most wise.
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