Silent Victory.-Ru hewage
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Sleep clad eyes barely awake,
Melt in fear at molten rage;
Sickened pain born of these questions,
My moments dusted heavy with query;
The hour is yet not nigh!
When victory that is mine will sun;
Holding steadfast the quiet knowledge;
Stand dour against the racing horse.
Strife ridden wagging heavy,
Imagine shutting my ears much as child;
Potent pregnant threats leave my hearing,
Victory is not far!
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