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Friday, sweet and bright, a day full of light,
the week's end is near, a new dawn in sight.
In the distance, a deep breath is heard,
as my soul seeks rest, like a quiet bird.
Steps grow lighter, joy in the air,
the weekend whispers promises of care.
Work slowly fades, routine slips away,
and Friday brings hope for a better day.
Plans take shape, friends gather around,
Friday's magic in every sound.
Smile, life, with a radiant glow,
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