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HOPE
Hope is never lost; it lies dormant in a rusty box
Hidden beneath the confusion of your pain and fear.
Through the open window steals a small breeze
Lifting the corners of the cloth draped around your soul.
A narrow beam of light, full of dancing dust
Creeps intothe shadows of your past.
And with triumphant shout of joy
Hope replies.
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