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The clock ticks on with face unseen
It turns the grass from brown to green
Not all change shouts or shows its thread
Some blooms while you are looking ahead
The hands of time may blur and bend
But still they shape what we defend
The silent minutes left unpraised
Are where true legacies are raised
No bell may ring to mark your role
Yet still you carve into the soul
For every hour gently laid
Builds bridges no regret can fade
So live not just in grandest days
But cherish time in quiet ways
For all the change you hope to see
Is born in moments small and free
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