The many destinies of thousand years

And other thousand years it wandered through.

Search in the darkness of that mine, behold!

The gold that shineth forth into thine eyes,

The treasures of those other lives that death

Transformed and left them unremembered. In

The stillness that surrounds thy search thy soul

Will show thee all its strength and weakness, all

Those errors that condemned it to another

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And yet another life, to die again,

And rise again and wander, yet a stranger,

Into the changing world, but laden with

The knowledge of the past it seems to learn

And calls it history, perchance its own

Forgotten past, the very person that

It seemed to be. And now it wonders why

That person acted so and erred and wrought

Such destinies. And all the time it is

Itself that learns itself. Neglect not dreams

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