Destinations over the horizon are keeping us away,
Yet agony angered best the lone warrior who lay.
Detect him, and see him, engaged in conversation,
With a lady who keeps witchery even then: no action!
Deserve him, and herself who lived far away, just away,
Near those accidents having an existence anyway.
Too many friendships are cast down, rejected all the time,
For the horizon has expense, has mirror and climb.
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