You were unskilled, wasteful metalThen his quiver came, nurturingand sharpening you,from within. Now, you arein his golden bow. You have become a sharpshootingsilver arrow in God's golden bow. You were the drowsy-wine in worry,de trop of the festivals of the naivetes Now, you've become the passioninside the golden goblets of Kings

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