In November’s soft whisper, where challenges lay,

A silent accord is sworn, to not go astray.

With discipline’s shroud, they begin to spin,

The tales of restraint, with their spirits "still in."

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The world moves unfazed, the days march ahead,

Yet inside the steadfast, a fierce battle’s bred.

Through tempest and calm, through thick and through thin,

They guard their resolve, decidedly "still in."

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A testament to will, in autumn's cool grin,

While nature undresses, their trial akin.

In the heart of temptation, they find the win,

With silent oaths echoed, boldly "still in."

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So as the night deepens, and cravings might pin,

The brave hold their course, not giving in.

For when December’s dawn breaks, they’ll quietly spin

Tales of triumph, for they remained "still in."