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The sun will rise, the moon will glow,
Through fleeting time, the rivers flow.
The stars will shine, the winds will sing,
A whisper soft, of hope they bring.
Through storm and night, the heart will find,
A spark of love, both true and kind.
So cherish now, this fleeting day,
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