Perfection abound, no way to explain
This beautiful sound, here showing you the way
If you would follow, that's your choice to make
But if I faulter, know t'was you're mistake
Giving what I have, to page as I shed
Enriching your minds, in what I have said
It may not seem much, a flame burnt to ash
Answers are hidden, awaiting your grasp
Words sent asunder, they search for a place
Spawning new wonder, beginning the race
What we encounter, I don't claim to know
One thing I'm sure of, completion I'll show
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