Hope
Hope is often what relieves us,
Helps keep our fears and woes disguised.
But there are times when hope deceives us,
Times when it's never realized.
Some seem content to hope forever,
While ills and torments quit them never,
'til in the end to death they all repair.
When it's too late will they see clearly
That their perpetual hope was merely
A means of denying what was really
Their perpetual despair.
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