I have not found it, yet but a friend has told me a truth, a truth that is hard to fathom. The unfathomable nature of this truth hits me truly and hard, and I truly doubt its worth laud for the questing man.
This truth is: there is no true and fare maiden to be found. It seems, this truth is infallible even till the old men remain without wives ache for such a find!
Though conversely I must contradict that conclusion! In my heavenly soul that out there is some reflection of perfection to be found and held! If you shall quest until your chin is hoary and eyes are full of cataracts! The tear of life and mind! The journey to this fair felicity of a woman is a nectar to be had!
All that is left is to have seen strange vistas and ride through the multitude of lands and sights to quest on! What a bitter end to this Song of mine!
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