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Come, take my hand, let`s walk some roads as two
from dawn till dusk towards that distant line,
where air, earth, water, fire intertwine,
and call to mind. Dare we to name this hue?

We`ll wear out boots and feet to reach it, true,
on rough terrain en route perhaps will pine
for creature comforts, just a glass of wine,
which we`ll forfeit. I do not mind. Do you?

Perhaps we`ll never reach our distant aim,
`cause it will dangle right before our eyes,
as carrots stay before the donkeys`nose

to egg him onwards. Lets play donkeys` game,
but not for carrots, for blue far off skies,
some stories say, there grows a true blue rose.