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Of what we are and how we see this world
Our lives and its portion, spent in to reflect
This old desire from years of its isolation
The words and its effect roam in its might
We all have stories from our granted lives
Of grandeur and of squalor, like days and nights
Of fiction and of poems, of prose and of rhymes
Sits there in the corner, my muse and its light
Of thousand years of travel in its flight!
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