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The rhythm of another year has passed,
Inconceivably quick; changing the old order. Mornings untouched, pass by without notice, Evenings end with hopes of a new beginning. The embrace of time is released with each moment, as it's Rushed along by the flowing sands of an hour glass. As I celebrate a more enlightened age in progress, I View each tomorrow as a step out of my dark shadows, Eventually weaving a new future from my tangled past. Leaving footprints in cement, a reminder I was there once and Embracing the few precious moments I was given, I'm Determined to leave my small imprint on this enormous world.
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