Knowledge our lift and common sense our glide.
To place us above this Earth so devine.
Higher and Higher we seek to climb.
Is it the intellect that makes us soar?
The constant always wanting more.
If a yearning and thristing inside you grows.
The Dragon then lives behind your nose.

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