When love runs out, that's when you should not start to shout.
When death stares you in the face.
Stare back and find Grace.
Whenever you are tempted to give up.
Step up to find the faith of Frair Tuck.
Then love shall flow back. To repair and seal the crack.
The love of friend from around the very first bend. He never gave up not even at the very end.
The friend never left, wasn't deaf, nor sightless. He loved you till the night and the day are spent.
Which you shall find was heaven sent!
Pressure arise, quickly open your eyes.
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