Blow after blow
I was slow to see
Today in tears free
while praying
A spark just lit
Why was I blind?
A transformation
is in high demand
My soul my head
must start again
To think slow
and take blow low
Never to cry or laugh
Like a man of passion
Mind my words
Mind my moves
Plan in advance
And all shall be right
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Yes, you came out very rightly with the solution at the end. Review first and then only to take action.