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Beneath the veil of fleeting night,
Where fortune’s wheel turns out of sight,
Let not thy heart in sorrow steep,
Though Bitcoin's fall may seem so deep.
For markets shift, as seasons wane,
Through loss and gain, both joy and pain.
Each plunge, a whisper to the wise,
The sun still waits to claim the skies.
Oh weary soul, take heart and stand,
The path is carved by thine own hand.
In trials’ forge thy strength shall gleam,
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