Today, can be our grand oasis
One day, of lighthearted trials
Where rivalries, swell and decline

In the slothful haze of contempt
May these hours jut high and proud
Above the ire of these times

It can be the well-earned calm
Our pause in the tempest
That viciously swirls all around

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