We all sojourners in this place called earth
Experience has thought us not entirely enough
Provided with a guide yet on our own we voyage
Plundered yonder and under all could muster we
Gold silver sapphire pearls from oysters scale
All valuables will lose lustre in epoch to come
As easy a camel passes the eye of a needle
Before the maker affluence are effluence
Without afore knowledge of the essence
Flock without shepherd are prey vulnerable
Flotsam and jetsam gathered from everywhere
Deters and blurs from seeing clearly hence
That the end of this journey is far from here
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