Have you looked for me everywhere in this blighted land-
And yet found me not? Alas- then you have roamed
All the wrong bylanes. On the pathways of life
The road to my abode has commenced with famines
But then meandered into the pathway to freedom.
My friend, I must warn you- this pathway to dawn
Is covered in thick fog; lose not your way navigating it
Alone. I know, my friend, the blood is agitated
This day, as are the rivers; stirring in the branches
Are the birds, even the seas roll in disquiet.
The time is here, my friend, and yet you know not my
Address! Why, my friend, why do you blunder so?
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