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| The moon's reflection fools us, as does the sky and stars. and with thier glow an answer, mortal beings from afar. It bears no recognition, esteam or that of such with no such inhabition, our soul it tries to touch. The gold of fools and so much more, lies in the realm of dreams. for if it shimmers brightly, it's the treasure that it seems. |
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