A group of friends, a helping hand,
Together strong, across the land.
But if no rules, no guiding light,
Fairness fades, and wrong feels right.
We build a fence, we draw a line,
To keep our shared space safe and fine.
A helping hand, a gentle guide,
So everyone can walk with pride.
For fairness lives, where rules are known,
And strength is built, on seeds we've sown.
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