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Persistence

Tears collect within its hold,

Then passes threshold there,

Not from joy, not from fear

Crosses now like slaves been sold


Pain is here

You’re lost for now

Like the sheep

It must be sheared


No one knew such could exist

None at least, if of innocence,

Free from heart break

Though now we know and still persist

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