The work is done,
The tale is spun.
The change is upon,
You are now a pawn.
Your efforts will speak,
Hope may seem bleak.
Luck will play its part,
Just believe your heart.
Labour never goes to waste,
You’ll soon know victory’s taste.
People might call you a fool,
It would help if you kept your cool.
Clouds will part and reveal,
Rainbows shine with zeal.
Moonshine will light you up,
Filling with nectar your cup.
It is time to wait,
With breath abate.
For the results to be,
For you to be free.

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