Hardest to do are often the simplest of things,
Hardest to say are often the simplest of facts,
And though it seems hard to believe,
Respect, prove or at least conceive,
Isn't truth often the most difficult to achieve?
And yet there shines the path
Lit with darkness profound,
Where no mind can ever swath,
And no talks can ever sound.
Go ahoy my little self!
Go and fetch your salvation.
For though it's unreachable by thoughts,
Deeds great or small, and even love,
It can never be far when it comes!
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