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Patience | ||
| Patience waits eternally For the things that are to be. Patience knows their time will come, Hearkens to a distant drum. Patience lives in dreams of pink, Edging closer to the brink. Patience smiles at problems small, Jumps right back from every fall. Patience waits for time to heal Wounds that come from hate or zeal. I would more like patience be, From all care and worry free. | ||
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