Never on a journey forget,
There's always something rightful.
If you fall in the poetry, be you,
For off the circle repeats rhythm.
Know that someday everything,
Double of what wished five.
Behold something anew awaits,
Shall you never come to the end.
Embedded in love,
Are you fit,
To find it?
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