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Rays of hope, faith and love
break through the darkness
piercing my eyes with their
brightness; I shy away.
For hope can be
the cruelest mistress.
Whispering her promises
to your soul, while your
heart must pay the
final price in the end.
But pay the toll gladly I do
time and time again.
With sister patience beside me
reminding me to hold fast,
to wait and believe.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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