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Oh dear Muse, help me write this verse for thee Give me the strength to write, and fulfill my destiny. The lines and rimes that below will be read, Come from the mind of a disturbed head. A poet who will share a captivating tail, And he hopes on this mission he won’t fail. The story goes back in space and time: long ago, In far away kingdom a newborn is about to show. Little fragile boy showing his face to the world, At least that how this poor poet’s heard. Little William was his name of course until he grew, Than William it became, but still “little” to a few. As the years passed by William got much smarter Than any man, and that’s why he left to go farther. He left his village seeking the final, untainted truth: “Why are we here, why does every man have a LIFE?” He searched high and low, but still didn’t find a clue, To his question. But someone can answer it… but whom? Trying to figure out the truth he stumbled upon a cave. Entering he found traces of a speech once home he gave. Who was the strange admirer? Who’s home hath he found? He suddenly felt a short breeze and slowly turned around. He was rendered speechless by the sight he had to face, It was himself, like in the mirror; he had seen his own face. Stiff as a board he’d stare at his twin, searching a mismatch But futile, none was found. “So you’ve made the big catch” The fellow said, “Are you happy now? Or confused?” For you see, it was indeed himself, who he had faced. He, the twin was his soul’s other side, the wise one. Once he understood, whiteout a breath the twin had gone. Gone away, leaving William alone, but pondering, He had noticed a piece of paper with some writing. It was a speech he gave, a speech very long ago, About his first true love, about passion and grace. He understood, now a new challenge he would face. His mission was to tell the world the secret, hidden Truth: Love. Love is the answer he had been given. So simple yet so complex, so easy than again intricate. Knowing, that no one would accept love, only hate. Poor William could not cope with the burden so heavy, So he rested his head, and slept for an entire eternity, Leaving the people to wonder and continue searching, Knowing, that they will never experience such a true feeling. Sad story, but true, oh Muse I tell thee… William was non other, than poor old me.

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Oh dear Muse, help me write this verse for thee Give me the strength to write, and fulfill my destiny. The lines and rimes that below will be read, Come from the mind of a disturbed head. A poet who will share a captivating tail, And he hopes on this mission he won’t fail. The story goes back in space and time: long ago, In far away kingdom a newborn is about to show. Little fragile boy showing his face to the world, At least that how this poor poet’s heard. Little William was his name of course until he grew, Than William it became, but still “little” to a few. As the years passed by William got much smarter Than any man, and that’s why he left to go farther. He left his village seeking the final, untainted truth: “Why are we here, why does every man have a LIFE?” He searched high and low, but still didn’t find a clue, To his question. But someone can answer it… but whom? Trying to figure out the truth he stumbled upon a cave. Entering he found traces of a speech once home he gave. Who was the strange admirer? Who’s home hath he found? He suddenly felt a short breeze and slowly turned around. He was rendered speechless by the sight he had to face, It was himself, like in the mirror; he had seen his own face. Stiff as a board he’d stare at his twin, searching a mismatch But futile, none was found. “So you’ve made the big catch” The fellow said, “Are you happy now? Or confused?” For you see, it was indeed himself, who he had faced. He, the twin was his soul’s other side, the wise one. Once he understood, whiteout a breath the twin had gone. Gone away, leaving William alone, but pondering, He had noticed a piece of paper with some writing. It was a speech he gave, a speech very long ago, About his first true love, about passion and grace. He understood, now a new challenge he would face. His mission was to tell the world the secret, hidden Truth: Love. Love is the answer he had been given. So simple yet so complex, so easy than again intricate. Knowing, that no one would accept love, only hate. Poor William could not cope with the burden so heavy, So he rested his head, and slept for an entire eternity, Leaving the people to wonder and continue searching, Knowing, that they will never experience such a true feeling. Sad story, but true, oh Muse I tell thee… William was non other, than poor old me.