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Lusty Perseverance
The golden dream exists,
Its echoes are roaring in my head
Only in time
Will my hunger be drowned
The sullen feeling of mercy
In a continuum of oblivion
It is like singing to a deaf woman
Response is Indomitable
Incandescent hope is wiring in me by day
The gleaming dream will not be shattered
Rather it will continue heaving
Sculpted as patient as a prowler
Knowledge is my suspicious suspect
As I shudder to swallow more
In knowledge there is no margin
It is a weave of throng
A euphemistic dream it may be
But it is not defunct or a slur
I slobber to know the most I can
Till I reach the point of vertigo and spew
It gives me pride to graze for more
In the seethed flood of knowledge
Knowledge is weightless gold
Knowledge is holy bliss
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