easy

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do not pray for any entity to use his power,
you to be protected by your enemies,
or to make them stay away from you,
for if you do this, you'll observe how easy
he will make disappear even some
of your everyday friends, (never), but just
cheap imitations of the way that you move;
so better invite 'em at your chic kabaret,
to wish 'em a merry Christmas, right from
early in summer, applying your best smile

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