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So much knowledge concieved in pain.Transending time and space.What was complicated now seems plain. Truly illusions we chase.
Barred to understand from birth. As beginnings are needed to start. In the circle we see true worth. For in circles we know man's heart.
Where is the beginning? It can't be seen. Where is the end? To a circle what does it mean?
So now I'm left only to wonder. Knowing full well it's life that I ponder.
And the circle has turned as memories burn. I am left in dismay. Knowing the circle has no end, only a bend.
A trick on the mind to play.
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-07-16 10:54:50
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