It is not what is treasured, is what is forgotten.
not what is strange is what is burning.
not the footprints are the footprints.
not the fire is ash.
is not singing, is the most absolute silence.
not brightness, is blindness.
is not reality, is despair.
Not Luck, is the misfortune.
is not what is remembered is what is inside.
not commonplace, is the roughness.
Not what you love, is what is lost.
is not compassion is pity.
not what we think, quite the contrary.
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