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freedom is the goal.
Our rich God,
Who from flowers weaves our Destiny,
Which fills our hearts with sounds
of the happiest of joys.
God has no alms, gives no bread!
He bestows the fullness of his best blessings;
And sometimes he gives to his poor mortals
there is also life in heaven.
And attach their hearts to
the nature with more than earthly ties,
Which he once untied himself
with his own father's hands,
Who kisses the Holy Angel over there.