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O morning, bearer of the recurring weight, You find me stationary where the many stride. They carry purpose in their swift, deliberate gait, While I defend the space where I reside.
O morning, bearer of the recurring weight, You find me stationary where the many stride. They carry purpose in their swift, deliberate gait, While I defend the space where I reside.
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