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The Cave
I am the blackness in the cave of life.
I am there, but as for the deep insides,
your lights cannot reach.
Your minds tell you what you cannot see,
your quest takes you to the unknown.
Wrong turns result in backtracks.
Wonders in the cave of life,
wonders so rare for the eyes to see!
So rare, so exquisite, are they to the eyes.
A turn in the cave finds a dripping cone,
a natural wonder of beauty,
few even care that it exists.
Deep in the blackness of this cave,
our explorers wish to turn back,
soon they die without knowing this cave.
I am there, but as for the deep insides,
your lights cannot reach.
Your minds tell you what you cannot see,
your quest takes you to the unknown.
Wrong turns result in backtracks.
Wonders in the cave of life,
wonders so rare for the eyes to see!
So rare, so exquisite, are they to the eyes.
A turn in the cave finds a dripping cone,
a natural wonder of beauty,
few even care that it exists.
Deep in the blackness of this cave,
our explorers wish to turn back,
soon they die without knowing this cave.
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