The quest for you is a quest for me.
Oh you that is me, where are you?
Hiding from me, my self is.
Cast away, it itself has.
This purposeless separation is what for?
My all-knowing self answer me.
You and me, two beings to see.
What a farce, this illusion be.
Would the veils be lifted so
You and I could realize though
Until then cries of the half-self echo on.
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