Accepting that we do indeed
For being die to possess
In what's ethereally lit through
Sparkles with liveliness
If anything, a heavenly rest
Besides, high-gated through
Worlds of a truer freedom are
What's given full access to.
Last, when no setting horizons
On fairy sails are shown.
Sensations of joy to refresh
Ever onward, west-blown.
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