As the feet of the _lin_, which avoid each living thing, So our prince`s noble sons no harm to men will bring. They are the _lin!_ As the front of the _lin_, never forward thrust in wrath, So our prince`s noble grandsons of love tread the path. They are the _lin!_ As the horn of the _lin_, flesh-tipped, no wound to give, So our prince`s noble kindred kindly with all live. They are the _lin!_SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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