Lope Is Host
What if we had everything that we wanted
what would become of hope
would it spend its days
hiding in the shade
never finding any use to trade
Hope lies here
none to eat cold sausage rolls
or cry as final bell tolls
as all hope is lost
life has no longer cause
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