Time moves softly, a gentle tide,
Whispering secrets it cannot hide.
Each tick, a story, a fleeting glance,
Life’s fleeting rhythm, a timeless dance.
The sun ascends, the shadows play,
Marking moments that slip away.
In the hush of dawn, in twilight’s glow,
Through every season, we learn, we grow.
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