To King and Country Young and vigorous, Always ready, awaiting My humble estate, arms abandoned To each demand a friendly greeting Stage all set, though never closed Symphony of life as a circling ring. Roaming the plain, alone "Maples be cleansed", as winter might claim. Standing alone in famine and cold While bearing in mind my household name Watching over until generations pass on, Guardian am I, by diligent or blame Sieges in string while confidence endure To be in control while planning the game. "Come! Come! I am a doctor, as is a priest. Healing hands unselfish and kind Preaching gospel from west to east, For those in need I lend me whole, Remedy to sprinkle, or Manna to feast!" Eighteen windows all flung open Chilling blizzards pouring in, Stripped of sunshine, energy in need Sharp arrows to pierce the skin, Curtains made not for certain protection, Just privacy to seal, with cloths so thin. What forces the soul in quiver Accepting with what blazes to spin Once was lost, but never again, Warm welcome home, of blood and close kin! Fearing not what sacrifice to give, Benevolent devotion by passions within. What winter spills I return with spring, Machines in waste I restore and complete. No greed attached, or desire arise But for the taste of bitter and sweet That experience be the priceless treasure While clinging firm on bonds of concrete. （註：Manna 是聖經中摩西出埃及時，上帝賦予以色列人的食物 跟電玩的法力值Mana不同） (祝壽詩) 2005/12/18 -- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let not a drop of desire Disturb the heart in ripples ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ --

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