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POEM 88
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗶𝗹, 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵
𝗪𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱, 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘆
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗔𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀
𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵, 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗜𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱𝘀, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱
𝗪𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁
𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀, 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗺, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗪𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲
𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲
𝗔 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆.
𝗜𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁
𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝘀’ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀’ 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗪𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲
𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲
𝗪𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿
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