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Though rounded out, this trial were abhor
that roadblock named dissension, seems encore
and who I am in thee ~ forevermore
thought heartily, that some stopping might take floor
and leave my course to mopping, not restore.
How blind, the course, an artist searches for
until love's acquisition, gives implore.
I love thee, that in losing, would love more
the effort of thy choosing, righteous ore,
as purpose, not concession gives thee core ~
Faith's inwardly dimension, ne'er before,
is heralding some greatness, to explore!
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