Kind dear J An old man's cane Hobbling along As the day wears away Propped at the door Standing strong and true "Why, hello there! How are you?" A smile to friends An old folks' delight Kind dear J Such a humbling sight.
Shunning the field broken by Wave. The shadowed girl whispers, "Surely, I will return." Alas, the truth unbeknownst. Awaiting her at journey's end; Eternal mourning for her land.
When the finger points to the yonder moon, The fool will not look at the fingertip. The whole cannot be changed. We have already lost that chance. Because the time left to us was short, We were mistaken in our path. But now do we realize, We should change not the whole, But the parts.
Wave soars and shrouds the eyes. No means to fight an omnipresent force, The shadowless ones just grieve. Why must it be a Wave? Divide, if it would just... Then retaliate, we may. Over the Keel Mountains, Meets an ape with human speech. The ape asks, "What clings to you? Bear it - you cannot. Accept it - you cannot. But hidden - it is from you. Recite its name."
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