Each friend gets some my truth
Each my friends gets some my truth
Wife, your portion’s best
But things I cannot say to you
Brother takes and understands
Or that best friend
Or that dear soul
My soul a hundred outlets
A dozen of them gold
And each new friends allows to say
What otherwise I can’t
But Oh the old friends – longest’s best!
How deeply deep you settle in
My heart is lined with thrones of silk
Like Olympians you sit
Who then accepts the full my truth?
Who takes down every drop?
Who overhears each thing I say?
That one closest dearest all
– ever blessed Ama!
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