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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 doesn’t last.
The days slip by like falling rain,
With joy and sorrow, love and pain.
So hold what’s dear and speak what’s true,
For time won’t wait for me or you.
Live boldly now, don’t count the years—
Embrace the smiles, forgive the tears.
For in the blink of one goodbye,
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