Founder's Canon
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Do not cry
Dry your eyes
Take a sigh
And realize
That the peace
That she seeks
Is so these
Pains can cease
So when she
Cannot speak
And when she
Wants to be
Now released
And set free
Through to see
What’s beneath
Underneath
Both her feet
To the stars
She will reach
Far to the
Wild and free
Obsequious

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