The flow of a circle is neverending,
Like air upon the sea.
All must find their centre, to complete their soul,
Lest they never be free.
They fight for their lives, an eternal struggle,
Earth unto the sands.
The peak of the world, he stands upon the top,
A prodigy throughout the lands.
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