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POEM 78

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲
𝗜𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲

𝗔 𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝗢𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘆
𝗔 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁, 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲
𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗰, 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

𝗜𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲, 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱
𝗢𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱

𝗦𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴
𝗔 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴

𝗜𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗺
𝗪𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺

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