Keep Going.
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The dust that is rising as you pass on,
will settle to the ground very soon.
The sun which is shy at the rising,
will become bright by the noon.
The clouds that thick and dark,
will give way to midnight moon.
All the struggles in this life
Has a certain time of doom.
The price this hour demands from you
Will be less than the rewards it endows.
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