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To be alone, is to be in a soulʻs tone,
To be free, is to be an unsolved mystery,
To be sure, is to be cure of what is pure,
To be complete, is to be ferried into eternity,
So what must be, if freedom is such a delight.
So must it be, for what ever comes to please,
Because to be, is just another word of sweet treats,
It is a memory, best cherish in sleepless dreams.