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Social creatures, us humans We laugh and talk and cry And more often than not, to succeed, Others hope we attempt to pry What is breath without air, Or ice without its cool? That is human soul without hope- A dying flicker of a once roaring flame Hope is the sleep after sundown The promise of rest, a new days' start. It is the cause of life and the trust of death. The possibility of seeing those lost once again. Hope is that warm darkness- The blanket that tucks you in at night The comfort of familiarity Keeping you safe from the harsh light It the sweet dreams in a sleepers' head Reliever from the days toil The toddlers' toy that keeps the ghosts away, A mothers' lullaby to a crying child. Why forgo this feeling of hope Without which we would cease to be? Empires have reigned, and empires have bowed To this everlasting love for hope.
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