Ms. P, here is a letter to you:
Floating in space, running your race.
The finish line it approaches for you Ms. P:
The end,
it resides underneath your feet.
Bring down the rains, shatter the rooftops.
Begin your march again on a new road.
Cause your end Ms. P,
is here.
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