“I want to see the prophet!”
Proclaimed a little girl,
“I want to look upon his face,
The mercy of the worlds.”

“You’ve told me all the stories,”
She told her dear parents,
“But still I can not see his face
I’m feeling disenchanted!”

“Where did you get that word from?”
Replied the dad, impressed,
“I do not even use that word
Myself I must confess!”

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