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Life is short, a fleeting breath,
A dance between each birth and death.
A moment here, then gone too fast,
A whispered dream that doesnât last.
The days slip by like falling rain,
With joy and sorrow, love and pain.
So hold whatâs dear and speak whatâs true,
For time wonât wait for me or you.
Live boldly now, donât count the yearsâ
Embrace the smiles, forgive the tears.
For in the blink of one goodbye,
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