THE PRAYER OF FRANCOIS VILLON
As long, as the earth keeps turning,
As long, as the light is bright,
Almighty, please give to all of us
The things that are not in our sight:
Grant a mind to the wise man,
The coward, grant him a horse,
The happy, let him have money,
And don't forget truly yours.
So far, as the earth keeps turning,
Almighty, it's in your wont,
Grant to the striving for power
To rule as much as he wants.
Grant a break to the generous
At least till the start of dusk.
Grant repentance to Cain
And don't forget truly yours.
I know that you have the power
I've faith in the wisdom of yours,
As one of your shot dead soldiers
Believes toward heaven he goes.
As truly believes every being:
All that you say is true,
As we go on believing
Not knowing what we do.
O Lord of mine, the Almighty,
The green eyed Creator of mine,
So far as the earth keeps turning
Although she still wonders, why?,
So far, as she still has left some
Time, fire to keep her course,
Grant something to everybody
And don't forget truly yours.
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