Hate Does to Us Adress.

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Begin the wreck less words of darkness's tongue,

And come the strength of those that are against.

For the stars do shine only when the sun so bright,

Leaves the sky and begins the night.

When darkness comes so do the stars,

And the fear that comes with our affection,

Is beaten by our cold tenderness,

Though hate does to us address.

Our compassion is blessed not by our relations,

But by the box of memories that is constantly renewed.

The thought of the future encourages our love,

But I fear that our future is in heaven above.

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