LORD DOVE:
Hello My Sweet Turtle Dove,
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Not life as race or its racers have ceased
Nor will life ease or racers make it so
For all bests being a global dream appeased
Yet unreached and never will be reached whole,
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But you, just those that rose from among us
And facing us stood to make a speech act
With oath under which you won us convinced
Just to flaunt yet routines of defiled reign
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To be just or and thus, to be honest
Is to see esteem as fragile a being
Prone to nice but ever demeaning zest
Making new debts worthy of keying
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