Life questions me after a second of discussion,
The first life to bring mystery is my own,
Yet when do lands phrase a sentence so bold?
The beauty of geography entails more,
The more of beauty you see, the more truth cuts
The cake so laid by the caretaker of this world.
Truth is a compass we observe so there is no loss,
And this means we are not lost, forever in the sky.
Adventures bring me solutions to my lovely problem,
For I have some love in my heart for any of the hearts.
You must commit blending and biting to deserve
Happiness.
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