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I wrote this in appreciation of
Soaked I stand, but wilted not for never can I wash away these feelings of dismay towards a wrong not righted. Hope is never blighted. As sure as the very next day, thoughts and dreams will drift away. With the up and coming Sun, morning rises with a hope that surely I will be able to cope.
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