Through the new buds of spring,
Past the Daisy fields of summer,
Around the golden leaves of autumn,
And past the snow laden branch of winter,
At the edge of the world.
There 'it' lies and there 'it' will stay,
'Till the very ending day.
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This is beautiful. Very thought provoking.
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