Two roads bifurcate
In a far-away golden wood
And I'm sad for I can not
Look over both
I'm a traveler
Who's been a long time there
Contemplating one
Until I could see its bend
Beyond the bend
Lights began arising
Translucent flowers
And colors in the sky
My mind was involved
By this magic way
The unloving beings
Of my subconscious endless
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