"Hope"
Under the stars,
Beneath the moon,
Sheltered in clouds,
Hope does bloom.


Hope for the better,
For peace and tranquility,
Where laughter does reign,
And love is nobility.


There in the heavens,
Good thickly grows,
As quick as river,
Through the world it flows,


From the first ray of light,
To the last setting hour,
It goes on continously,
With incessant power.
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