I shall lie here and dream, of thoughts yet unknown; a realization of want, hope to my life shown.
And left not beyond, waiting for its chosen time, a horizon laid level; a sight true to my eyes; a peace for my spirit to revel.
Oh, and such a feeling, Wanton Hate doth tremble; for it feels fate lurch no longer does it walk nimble.
Whatever should greet me, shall heed such luster not shown in the sun; an elegant brilliance caused only by one.
Alas, I awake, removed harsh from my vision; life much the same; my hearts strengthened mission.
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