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What did we now speak,
For all this world hears,
Waht did we now keep,
For the surrounding bears,

With me this wound deep,
Afar within, of this pace,
That ever solemnity ponders,
What we shall seap and lace,

Is it Hope!!!
Towards glory, Towards hope, We'll be ever along this beauteous cope.

— The End —