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I know some people,
  They would die for me,
      Probably too-presumptuously,
            Though not ‘fore I’d flank
                    The fight-in-front-of-them,
                              If wishes were, by default, true.

            Life’s, at best, a perilous circus.

                              Count ’em if you dare to:
                    They number opposite-to-few.
            But, unceremoniously,
      I’d hope to hit that grim gap,
  With incredibly credulous purpose,
A last breath ‘fore they do.

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