For all that I live
It kneel submission
To HIS proper faith
and toll my breath
At every crossings of my birth
And,
The spirit
that moves,
Knell mirth of sorrow
And all things that breathe
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Another mystery wrapped inside an enigma.
So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.