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Love, why hast thou hid thyself away?
Compassion, canst thou not see the light of day?
Peace, thou art but yet a fleeting dream.
Three all, art lost in shadows, rarely seen.
Replaced by three separate entities,
Money being prime among there cause.
Greed, close upon the formers blackened heels,
Power, may'ap the foulest of the foul.
Love, compassion, peace, I'll ne'er forget,
Though seldom I display their properties.
But lost are men to God if e'en as yet,
We're enveloped in the latters evil breeze.

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