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It's the manner of things
That time presents a chance to all
That the clouds hail over you
The grounds wait upon you
My decisions fade
Like a days array of clouds
Life may be big
But I'm bigger
I'm swift
I was born
And just like that
My path is carved
The white surrounds me
My remorse envelops my being
So I seek absolution
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