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The Race
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The Race

Like a promise gone
The sun has sunk in the west
Leaving the mind
To ponder and take some rest

Like a new hope
The sun has risen in the East
Light of wisdom
Flows cutting through the mist

Like a tide
Events move low and high
The final bell rings
How swiftly time does fly

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