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''To achieve glorious end through treachery
Is like magic
The end of those who thrive through treachery
Is often tragic''
''What you want sometimes you do not get
What you get perchance you may not want''
Many rainbows have I seenNone I sought on my ownThey seem to cross pathWith my soul on its raftHave glimpsed the finery of a rainbowBeholding the curve of its shadowWondering always about sourceNever able to truly follows its course