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Our thoughts are moulding unmade spheres, / And, like a blessing or a curse, / They thunder down the formless years, / And ring throughout the universe.
We build our futures by the shape / Of our desires, and not by acts. / There is no pathway of escape; / No priest-made creeds can alter facts.