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It's hard to know what's real When the stakes for false are so high When we feel that one wrong move May cost us precious time. But what we cannot know Should be the least of our fears What we cannot do Cannot be the cause of our tears. We are stronger when we must wait Than we ever are rushing ahead And if the grass isn't green today, We'll hope for tomorrow instead.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
The Panic
It's hard to know what's real When the stakes for false are so high When we feel that one wrong move May cost us precious time. But what we cannot know Should be the least of our fears What we cannot do Cannot be the cause of our tears. We are stronger when we must wait Than we ever are rushing ahead And if the grass isn't green today, We'll hope for tomorrow instead.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
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