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As silent as the dead sky with no moon
Like the sand percolating from a hand
Depressed, disappointed, confused, and full of pain
Sometimes feeling the deep down cracks sighing
Appalling fears all around, as dense as night
But it is not always the Same
Rolling like a roller coster.
As proud as Alexander of his might
As lucky as Ali Baba to find the hidden treasure
As perky as a prisoner after his parole
As sure as any Crystal of its clarity
As scintillating as gold
Like the main character of the maze
Sometimes mean as a cruel queen
As sacred as a pious Sufi or a nun
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