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Hatered lingers across a cementery like death,and regret is as strong as life,and hope is a wish that will only happen in your drems as you sleep on the comfort of your pillow.Does hate take strength and love take courage?Does it take experience to flourish?Like ageing sun spots on your skin you experience an anceint indurance your eyes can dance to.Don't let tomrrow always awake you in celabration,for it might lead you into intolerent temptation.