Oh, humble friend, whose works are but not limited to that
which the eyes sees
In great depth and beyond what the ears can hear
Which ages has not been, yet your good fellow seeks
In haste and as chasing the winds here
Bad as it could be to hear
Which often leads to your early journey
Taken on afar and not near
Like reversing a key
Which is as but would not be compared to a drunk cup of coffee
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