The Band is Playing,
the Song is Singing,
the horns are missing,
the Trumpets bring,
the triumph felt becomes a ring.
The seals broken in quiet silence,
the feeling is a certain violence.
No matter words the verse reliance,
the sentence heard enhances niceness.
The memory should deliver could,
bring a way that's paved with good.
The public fight of preaching plight,
the books gave light to this sight.
Reality, Might
The strength within is no sin,
the more you think,
increases 'When'
There is no loss in prepared,
the exercise makes aware,
this is not a dare.
The Mind unique,
the sonnet seeks,
to speak with countenance,
not fall to needs.
Instructions show,
'The Mean'
are foe.
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