Tis but one that I would love to know; Tis but all that challenge me to go; Tis peoples lies that I despair, Tis mine own heart that I try to repair. I am strong, But my enemies are stronger. I am smart, But my enemies are smarter. Yet there are some things That intelligence cannot cover. They try to love, But I am a lover With my love outstretched, Connecting with yours. My enemies will become Mere dust at my feet. To be swept up and away, By a wind heading towards, A rainbow of love. Mogar
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