Honeysuckle fills the air, like drops of dew loved ones share. Tender, gentle words of truth, blessings that will come to proof. Fear the Lord above all else. He'll guide your ways, despite yourself. Dripping, falling off our tongues, into life, these words do run. Love the Lord with all your heart. He'll carry you when we depart. Pouring gently like a spout, permeate as we walk about. To love your neighbor as yourself is worth more than all the wealth. Wisdom, knowledge fill the air; accept them as a treasure shared. Royal attire 'round your neck are riches that are heaven-sent. Like honeysuckle twisted 'round these graceful teachings do abound.
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