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Our last becomes the end
In that our first determines the rest thus comprehend
Join two rivers that will never be a friend
The imposter is like a vein that bends
Honesty is lost and truth was a tale just to condescend
A vision of the future happens once and again
Like the bread we eat today for tomorrow it will stale offend
Travel lightly always or you will see beauty pass or descend
There are magical stepping stones to the path of eternal peace but you must come to terms in the end.