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POEM 106.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗺
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵
𝗔𝘀 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱
𝗔 𝘀𝗲𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘄
𝗔𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽, 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀, 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀, 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘇𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗔𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀, 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝗢𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗯𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄, 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗺
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲
𝗔 𝗿𝗵𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘁, 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻
𝗔 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗔 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲’𝘀 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱
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