I see before me a road to be walked...
I already walked some miles on this road
But I still didn't arrive to its end: ahead I can see
That there are miles to be walked...
I am going to my castle!
Notwithstanding, I have no fear to continue walking:
In the night, in the morning it really doesn't matter
I just know that before I die I have to be there
In the center of the castle oh yes!
There I will find the King, His majesty, and there
I will find myself, in deep communion with the King
And the castle will be our abode, forever that castle will be
The place where the king and I will find opportunity
To the best transcendental enjoyment!
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