'Tis not of feline lives we'll speak today,
'Tis not of feline lives we'll speak today,
Nor lords of meth-wrought realms bid hold us sway.
Regrets we'll face, yet love shall not decay,
For life's true joys will guide us on our way.
Not false deceits that liberty would bring,
But honest toil, our grateful hearts to sing.
Though death may loom, our spirits e'er take wing,
As hope and faith their steady light will fling.
The path is clear; if we but have the will
To cast aside the lures that would distill
Our moral strength: With courage, we fulfill
The promise that our better selves instill.
Though shadows threaten, still our radiance glow,
Dispel the night, let brilliant beams hours flow.
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