Moments.
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Every month is a repetition
That follows years passed
It brings the remembrance
Of the past which connects future
The present is the reality
And the day is going in such a speed
The reckoning of days speedily
The life goes with its own ways
Without waiting any one
Or without stoppage anywhere.
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