FATE
Who writes our fates ? Why are we all in haste ? why do we haste ? As if our fate is to haste These suns may doom. Or these petals may bloom. Do you know the unseen? What cannot be seen. The secret of all secrets. Which no man can interpret. Is the day too old? When the night was so cold. Why not a bright night? For a soul to take a flight.
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