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Be confidence or twist in fate

 Be it that large or surely so slight

With more valor or just anguish

In the long or short stint to arise

Time approaches in an instant

Minutes delayed or fast forward

It will stand in spite of the odds

Even in the foulest all faiths rise

Leaves no leeway for mystery

Pardon no hearth for silliness

The inhale not heaped on follies

Forte kept for the vilest to hammer

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