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HOPE
She came to me on moonbeams.
I believe I've met her in all my astral dreams.
The calm she bestowed me, made me believe ----
in all my impossible schemes.
Her wisdom, I've found
is much more intoxicating than fine dry wines.
Her name is Hope
and she shines brighter within the
hearts of the indigent.
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