Cleave to what endures,
achieve a cold serenity,
like the peaks of mountains
undisturbed by the whistling
   of the wind.
Be not concerned with fate,
for we all come to the same
   cold end.
What passes, passes --
   there need be no concern.
What matters the crystal heart,
what matters the shattered dream?

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