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Small dwarves mischievously smiling pass by
Who might ever know what may in them lie ?
Threads of fate turning, make one bitterly re-pay,
Giving the most beautiful taking all he wills to say.

If I happen to inherit a nymph´s heart someday,
Is it of certainty, will I then be holding the key ?
Secrets not to unfold should be no secrets to hold,
Among words brought hot, if I am yet to feel cold.

"May my soul away soar on the wings of Phoenix" !

The Nomad Soul