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Rh Smoke clouds hide the sun Through the ages
 * Your sons shall curse you.

Wash yourselves—
 * The divine likeness in you
 * defile not with slime.

Befool not your children
 * that they were born to the world
 * to be lordlings.

The eyes of men untaught
 * see deep, deep
 * into your soul.

Poor things they may be,
 * yet they know the ass
 * in the lion's skin.

And they will judge you,
 * the foolish will pronounce the doom
 * of the wise.