The soul is deluged in glee .
Broken is the fetters
of fear and worry.
The heart is besides itself to embrace
The grief that's the hardest of grace .
Though I thought nobody has place in here.
All have gathered up breaking the door of fear .
I took care to deck up myself
rinsed and clean.
Wallows it now in dust in absolute joy carefree .
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