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Towards the Glory I march
Feeling that I never say harsh
To the condition I set to
Best and paramount I do;
Time alarms and alert I was
Ready for the inward mass
Apprehension full the head
Yawning sound reconcile to dead
Wakeful memories move toward
Passiveness thought twist to hard
Bewilder of the thundering heart
Mother devotion so I had dirt.