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Reflect

There’s 58 minutes left on the clock,

For this day to end,

And a new one to begin,

Bringing in a different light,

A different perspective,

Some new hopes,

But, before it dawns upon us,

Let us reflect,

On how things could have been different,

If you hadn’t made a certain move,

And how things are looking,

From where you are standing right now,

Probably on top of the world,

Or behind everyone,

Singing a song or two.

 
 
 

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