I think the universe has been designed for us to engage,
and the horizon has been aligned for this stage.
This encounter isn't by chance,
rather, it's something planned in advance. ...
I dream'd there would be Spring no more,
That Nature's ancient power was lost:
The streets were black with smoke and frost,
They chatter'd trifles at the door:
I wander'd from the noisy town,
I found a wood with thorny boughs:
I took the thorns to bind my brows,
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