I'm not afraid of a sharpened dagger,
No sawn-off steel for the thieves ' corner.
I put a miserable fate ellipsis,
And all fears to live under a dashing whip.
I will pass into the subtle world invisible,
Dissolve in the depths of & nbsp; chamomile,
I will gain new strength from the Earth,
Bloom in the garden with a Cup of poppy.
And when I call a Falcon in a clear sky,
A sharp eye, & nbsp; will direct to the vanity of men.
I'll find you there-alone,
I will pick up on wings, I will carry away with myself…
Sokolicek clear
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