Tap your heels,
Cross your fingers,
And wish upon a star.

The end is really close now,
It isn’t all that far.

You can hide away,
Retreat.
From wolves dressed up like sheep.

Count the days.
While away the hours.
Upon return,
Resume your cowers.

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