Apathy meets and coldly cells and rounds me, A warm smile ills none than shape perfect eights, Abrupt shadows the wall chilled seemingly unmoved, Bold shades lightly now a pool of brightness forming, Basking moments restyling event the wholeness takes, Bound to its duty to make a welcoming change so smooth, Cast away those hours that forced your eyes shut, Claim and conquer the juncture be the consequence makes, Comes the time for eyes to feel the fullness of hospitable soothe, Do justice to this righteous morning and fulfill your destiny whatnot, Improved.
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