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Love begets hope,

Hope begets life.

Yet, hope may after all remain just what is-Hope.

Life may be mere reflections of

Hopes that remained hopes.

Yet, love never dries of hope

And, life never leaves hope too far behind.

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Past the final seconds of a day gone by,

Past the first seconds of a new day,

I felt a bright light from a bright star,

Like when a butterfly flaps its wings for the very first time,

I felt a new birth,

Like the cries of a new born,

I cried for I believed, for a moment,

Innocence had found its abode in me.

In those odd hours of the interface;

Knowledge came to me as ignorance.