Into the deepest chasms
A will-o'-the-wisp enticed me;
How I will discover a path
Does not concern me much.
I am used to going astray;
Every path leads to one goal;
Our joys, our woes,
Are all a will-o'-the-wisp game!
Down the mountain stream's dry course
I will calmly wend my way.
Every stream finds the sea,
Every sorrow finds its grave.
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