« Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours,
For one lone soul, another lonely soul.
Each choosing through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then they blend, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole.
And life's long night is ended,
And the way lies open onward to eternal day. »
Somewhere, de Edwin Arnold.
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