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Must what must be, come to be?
At times, it could be bad
But what if what could be doesn’t be?
Oh that would be sad

Hope springs eternal in
All of us that is human
Without it, we are nothing
What are we then?

For it is but the greatest
Emotion at the edge of the abyss
Tis quite our last resort
Not a fairytale lover’s kiss

Cling to it with all our might
Hold with all our strength
To save what we can
We go to any length

Do not lose sight then
What or whom you are
For it is not easily found
But to be searched afar

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