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The wind of serenity blows through the mind
Removing the traces of guilt seeped inside
A gentle breeze sweeps
Healing the scars that make us silently weep.

Drops of ecstasy splatter
Clearing away a deluge of slander
Seemingly immune to the storm outside blowing
Is a character silently growing.

Calm as water
As we challenge our fears
Submit to the vision
Victory is so much near. 


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