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It is my Hope

At dawn, my joy isn't hearing that wild chirp, Of birds as the earth is disclosed to light, By the sun orbiting in it's day's trip Blowing the clock till the dark night subside Each day is loaded with unfolding events, Which we paddle hoping to thrive hereafter, Then shortly, adverse would pop in a leas Set up to strangle our fate on a halter To dabs lives and decry with failure Snatching vigor by a sword that destroy And days still shuffle while we stood backwater Unable to bliss the tongue with gait of joy How to increase the utmost scope and lope Since all our restraints will never subdue hope

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