Dear Lord,

I succumb to your direction helplessly and await your magnificent recompense as I keep social graces and poise, singing sweet vespers of devotion to you my dear King, no matter my condition at hand.
I honor the declarations you have prepared for my life without abandon and breathe my life in song.

Thank you my Liege, my Lordly Master

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