Infant calls for wisdom 

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I won’t leave here without you,

This calm environment,

For a brutal one.
I’m still tender,

If not you,

Call a messenger,

Summon your siblings.
Knowledge is weighty,

And understanding, heavy.

But you are armed with their attributes.
It’s four weeks to go,

Fill my hope,

And count on with me.

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