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dum spiro spero

Light and dark, full and empty – how mysterious!
Spring of Words is now elusive – how tantalizing!
To the secret seeker with no pity – how heartless!
And no more spirit so festive. – how agonizing!

Midnight and moonlight and shining stars – so beautiful!
Angles and fairies and ghosts – so ethereal!
Come to my aide before I lose sight of it! – Yes, quickly!
And possess me with the best of your powers – by all means!

Is Tree of Knowledge going to become sere? – How unthinkable!
Has Tree of Knowledge already become sere? – How miserable!
Let nothing dishearten my spirit still pursuing, still trying
With hope, while I breathe, even if it seems impossible. How beautiful!