Very often an auspicious land comes
In my profound imagination,
I stare at it
In absolute amazement,
A great light enlightens my soul
To the fullest extent,
Then I find my best image
In the sacred mirror,
Wonderful feelings engross my inner realm,
Slowly I fall in deep slumber
With supreme satisfaction,
The glorious shadow whispers to me,
'Yes, you are the real champion.'
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