Hope
HOPE
I am for you to cope
See beauty and mope
A dream to be awaken not
I will make you green a crop
You can make me actual
Can you be that sensual?
Death will always scourge
Don’t lose me to his grudge
You alone make me pretty
With naught you make me dirty
Make me again sweet
And this destiny you shall meet
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