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Again we strive for greatness... |
| Revenge: oh foul and spitting snake; Erased - that should the creature be. So dreams and visions once forsake - Parlayed into a state of free. Of many colours are we made, Not one, not two, not three; Susceptible ~ by much ~ to fade Into Eternity. But when we think that all is lost, If we just stop to say: Let bitter bygones be our cost - Impending doom not ours this day. To grasp the great is hard a feat Yet to be great is to be complete! Line count: 13 Word count: 99 |