Poem By joses tirtabudi

All encompasses around
All is nothing left to be found
All is everything
All defines a real king
All is every little bit
All is top of the summit
All requires body and mind
All leaves nothing behind
All circles entirely about
All's meaning has no doubt
All will bring you pain
All will make you faint
All is till you drop
All never ever stops
When you can do no more
Then you have given your all

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