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Across many seas
Many Philosophies
Have contemplated
But were left sedated;
None have made it
To see the meaning
Of dreaming
Or the meaning
Of living.
Distances traveled by the young
And songs yet to be sung,
Is this far flung?
Beyond the reach
Of each
Of us to teach
Those who seek
Those who are weak--
A knowledge leak
Down the drain
From which it came
Out with the rain
But still the same
As it was in the beginning--
Still without meaning.
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