I have gone afar on an Unknown One's melody,
At an Unknown One's beckoning.
An Unknown One, ever He's a stealer of my mind,
A mystery ringed by fancy.
An unknown sun's familiar rays of light,
Sensation theirs I've deemed fine.
An Unknown One, by floral thread, myself smiling
He has tied, every tiny piece.
The Unknown Pilgrim, when familiar He will be,
For a moment He'll abate the light's festivity.
The light, it sails on my heart-speech,
On the warm blood of my vivacity.
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