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Hush, dear soul,

there is no need to question

the aching sorrows.

For they are there,

as is the joy;

two faithful companions

on the road to somewhere

and nowhere.

Oh, dear soul.

It is true there are questions

unanswered,

doors left unclosed.

Listen to the wind and you will see

there are no doors

truly

to close.

Only the ever drifting whispers

of impermanent life.

Always moving.

Never arriving.

My, dear soul.

Yes, we are weary.

Yes, we shall row into the sunset

as one.

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