The trees whispered in the breeze
The stars above were calm
And in the quiet of nature
The storm approaching was heard

So beware!
Thy enemies draw closer
Look left! Look right!
Be wary!

Then go to Heaven
Be still
Stay there
And do not come out
Even for the purest blossom
For remember that every rose still has thorns

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