My dearest friend,
I bid you not wait.
Time, my friend flies by,
And hath no need to waste.
Do not wait for me,
My friend,
Plough your field
At your speed,
And let mine be done,
When it is done.
Pursue your dreams.
Let me not hold you back.
Sow your seeds and
Reap you fruits.
When your harvest is ripe,
Dine and wine.
Let mine be done,
When it is done.
Fate my friend,
Has brought us here,
But it is time
To depart from here.
Let me not be you fear.
Run your race friend,
And run with all your might.
Let me not be your fear.
Mine shall be done,
When it is done
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