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Hope is such a
Uniquely marvelous thing
None compares to its eternal spring
Nor again
Its crushing downfall
The most cynic still hope
Those who don't, well
They have poems of dedication.
It might only be hidden
And never abolished
Permeating
No matter how unwelcome
Thus fools are made of us all
And with our consent
No less
For that is the double-edged
Power of hope.
