fresh rhymes

a rhymed, mirrored octet
 
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tho
at times
you must cry
l i k e  the r i v e r,
let not your heart faint.
tho  t h e  upward  journey
stretches, rugged, a l l  the way,
cease not till you reach the summit,
heaven's  high  gate  your only limit.
tho  you  are  the  vulture's  prey,
life's  S u p r e m e  Attorney
will your hopes repaint,
s o  that  h i t h e r
from  each  sigh
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f l o w.
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