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Admonish

The past is gone yet the present unknown
The future still not full grown.

A storm once came we start again
The waves have crashed among all men.

Here we are the old are weary
But the young and hope don’t see clearly.

We are left with but one chance
You wouldn’t know it at a glance.

We cannot stop the wars we’re waging
Time itself is sadly aging.

Stop we must at all cost
Stop we must to prevent all loss.





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