We must not

Affected by the atmosphere of strain

We fear to ask for what we need

Yet life goes by and will not come again

Affected by the mists of all the pain

We must not turn to crime nor torture,maim

Let hope come down like clear sweet summer rain

Be innocent of eye for what we read

Affected by the atmosphere of strain

We defer our own demands or even needs

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