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"Fading lights Collapsing walls Frozen breezes Devore my every thought Plans, duties, obligations. No time to spare Time shows no sympathy It has a pace and we have ours Is it up to us to decide who wins the race or is it fates? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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