Fellow traveller in the shadow of life,
upon the awry spires of despair,
let not your spirit be rent,
in dreams misplaced.
Midnight sun of agony sweet,
and morning stars of blackest hope.
Embrace they beacons of suffering
and lament the truth.
Shed the poison of indifferent solace,
For you fellow traveller in the shadow of life,
who has suffered that has not lived.

Morsi
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