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In a Moment

Closed open Open.closed Eyes at rest Soft Wind blows Warm sun glare beens It's bright it seems I must open. My eyes I won't relive these memories There is no abracadabra time To bring this all home I must stay well grounded I'm required to set the tone Amindful minute can pass in a blink Just a reminder Enjoy life it moves quicker than you think

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