Periods of odds will pass awayLeaving you to keep smiling and highly gay
Spoken and broken are your words
Shattered and battered, your worlds
Blunt, cannot hunt your self-esteem
It emits dying heat, your joyful steam
Faints like beaten saints, your great talent
But don't be caught and don't relent
Shed not tears in bed, don't be iced!
Become not some cloth that is ragged
Rise and be no mouse with running heart-beat
Very soon, you'll like the sour cherry become sweet
Periods of odds will pass away
Leaving you to keep smiling and highly gay
It's only time before you become what will come; relent not....
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