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In every morning light of childhood days,

Laughter danced in joyful plays.

Chasing dreams in fields so wide,

With light filled hearts and eyes opened wide.

Yet as the sun began to set,

A goodbye whisper was met.

The whisper of the days still stay,

Like the soft memories that never fade.

The thrill of dreams and paths anew,

Wrapped in hopes so bright and true.

In every tear and every smile,

We hold the essence of our time.

Through the seasons, we all will grow,

Learning the lessons life has to show.

Hand in hand, we’ll greet tomorrow,

With hope and love, joy and sorrow.

In the quiet moments, heart will find,

A gentle strength and a peaceful mind.

Roads may curve and storms may rise,

But the inner light will never die.