All that glitters is not gold, our eyes meet the test.
Those that are to wander are not always lost.
The old saying are strong, do not stray.
deep roots not reached by the frost.
never underestimate the deepness of a rock.
From the ashes a fire can be rekindled, a shadow
will follow light.
Comes spring a twig that has been broken,
will be replaced.
Selfish we spend our time, complacent to our needs,
our thoughts. All that Glitters is not gold
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