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Forgiveness is the greatest gift.
Learn by heart to make it swift.
No regrets, the only way.
Teach your self to keep at bay.
Sweet the taste is for revenge.
A taste that you must learn to quench.
The joy it brings is all too short.
Retaliation is its cohort.
An evil circle spinning round.
Pride and honour keeps you bound.
Second place is never winner.
Pride and honour makes you sinner.
The only way to win the game,