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Time is near,
Yet so far. Closer it comes, The farther it appears Happiness can be a funny thing Fleeting, Yet well remembered Looked upon in sadness To rival the pain. Or cut deeper A wound that wont heal Tears spring forth Leaving one defeated Beaten Yet with every lost battle, Comes renewal for the future And faith
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