Is it not one but all the same,
That we too want in this love-toss game?
Heart-felt glows and satisfying chatter,
To be atop life with a never-ending ladder.
Pyrite smile holds genuine luster,
Cajoling style with kindred muster,
Macrocosmic, we are, in licit fashion,
Souls by chance with descending passion.
You hear us speak but merely an utter,
Of hopes and...
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