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The Golden Wheel of Wisdom Oh, where is the Golden Wheel of Wisdom we all seek. Does it lie buried at the top of a snow covered peak. Are is lost forever to the minds of the Celtic keep. The wheel holds all of life’s secrets, we all quest to find. The ancient ways we’ve lost in the decay of time. Across the centuries the Ancients rode, making history, mystery and rhyme. Down through the ages they have come, bearing their secrets slowly one by one. None, not even one revealed the secret location of the Golden Wheel. Man’s destiny lies buried in ignorance, waiting, waiting on the day of discovery. The day of enlightenment, the day of true wisdom. Perhaps tomorrow will reveal, the wisdom of the Golden Wheel. Until then, hope will prevail. |
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