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The Return

Just as sure as the east conquers the west,
To bestow its multitude of hope,
And let what is hidden at night,
Be known,
I am to the words that consist my protest,
My proclamation to the world,
That man shall be the one, who holds thee close,
Even though they sometimes let go…

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