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What is your name, where are you from?

What have you done, where are you going?

Life is complex, ever-changing,

Wonderful and wild maelström.

Who’re you really, what are your plans?

How are you doing, why are you here?

You should let out your deepest fear

Forge your new words with your own hands.

Your heart is beating fast, loud drum,

And in your head repeats the thrum

Of a hundred thousand gold strands,

Each one an island where home stands.

Who might you be, when will you leave?

Past or future which will you weave?

In an instant a choice is made,

No diamond ever beat a spade.

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