Haze would finally scatter
for light again to gleam
Like stirring from stupor
from endless nasty dream
Illusion since envisioned
project nothing as of now
Good harvest is awaited
that bygone saw me sow
Perseverance is precursor
for the destiny to amend
Where bliss is in harmony
with a laudable dividend
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