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Now, follows a poem. Hope you like it

There are so many gates in the world
So many keys as well
There are so few of us
So few that can open them all
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Even if there’s a master of all
He’ll never be enough
To master the whole world
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There is one though
This single illuminated word
That holds only key of the infinite doors
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The incommensurable immensity,
The world behind the door,
Its most tiny prettiness
It owns this world
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Praise be to the only word that leaves my lips
Praise be to this unique tongue that I speak
Let heavens hear my screams of joy
Let them hear me describe the world
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I am in love with this language
The one that raised my memories
I don’t need another to praise the world
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This gate holds the whole world and beyond