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For everything that passes, something beautiful remains.

        The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the shore,
        The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers in the sand,
        The music stops but still it echoes on in sweet refrains,
        For everything that passes, something beautiful remains.

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