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Me! A shodow to your esteemed frame,
my spread dictated by the Sun's path.
Then why is my littleness your jeering game,
and my hugeness, Distress's wrath?

Just as a shadow is a mere image of the frame and its size and spread is decided by the frame alone, so is one's predicament-be it joy or sorrow, is a result of one's own actions. Hence, one, oneself is responsible for it and can steer out of it.

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I and he, both in one frame,
the tale that is seen a ficticious dawn.
Is ever such fiction in nature's game,
that two peaks adorn one hill's crown??