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It is the lot of man to count his winnings.
And the way of nature to usher new beginnings.
The man in his youth will do as he please.
And tree in its season will shed its leaves.
The revolution has returned to take its turn.
And has ignited a flame that will not always burn.
The simplicity of naivete is adorned in flowers.
And the new day is here and ours.

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