To Shatter

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Were your hopes shattered

In the latter

Poem I wrote

To hit on the note

Of what we are told every day of the year

The cries of the hopeless

Is all that I hear

Be we can be louder in our valiant cheers:

"Hey, it isn't over!"

XXX

J.K. Rowling

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