Every morn and eve
When I sweep the Dewy Path
All is calm and still
Though it seems a guest is there.
No one comes to lift the latch.
I, Ryokan777 coming
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Chest.
Rode the Six-Hundered.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
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A greedy man stirs up strife, but the one who trusts in the Lord will be enriched.