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Rouge

Rouge
Rouse
Roust
Roost
Boost

He stands on his feet
Not sure of what he'll meet
Or if he'll be beat
By the thugs on the street

But stand he must
Rise from the dust
In God is his trust
But his soul did rust

And canker with soil
With anger embroil
And suffering toil
On this earthly coil

He rose all alone
So far from his home
His skills he did hone
A pauper on a throne

Then the sky began to light
The east red with the sight
The clouds parting, as in fright
At the ending of night

And he looked to the east
Into the heart of the beast
The greatest and the least
On this glory he did feast

His soul began to break
A bitter sweet ache
Each breath that he'd take
A new man it did make

Overcome by the love
That streamed down from above
On the wings of the dove
At the end of life's rove

At the journey's end
He'd found his friend
His heart began to mend
All defenses did rend

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