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She strolls the street with consistent speed,A bold heart, a quiet hug.Through valleys profound, through mountains high,She spreads her wings,

She strolls through existence with calm effortlessness,A delicate grin upon her face.Her soul solid, her heart so free,She's beginning and end she's intended to be.With each test,

Underneath the skies, she hopes against hope,A power of nature, unadulterated, incomparable.With each tear, with each battle,She fabricates her reality,

She knows the force of her voice,The strength that pursues her decision celebrate.With each step, she strolls her reality,An immortal power, from age to youth.Her heart,

In her eyes, the world takes off,A flash that turns the dull to light.With each look, she recounts a story,Of solidarity and beauty, and calm greatness.Her hands make,

She rises tall, through tempest and conflict,A tranquil strength that shapes her life.With hands that mend,

The clock ticks on, a consistent beat,Every second transient, self-contradicting.We pursue the hours, we pursue the days,Trapped in time's ceaseless labyrinth.However in the respite,

Underneath the oak, where shadows tit,The wood murmurs, delicate and lit.A grain of time, both old and new,In each bunch, a story or two.The branches influence,

In a peaceful town, there carried on with an old clockmaker named Samuel, known for his expertise in fixing watches. His shop was loaded up with tickers of each and every size,

Life is an excursion of steady development,Each forward-moving step shapes what our identity is.Difficulties might appear to be hard, however they light strength,What's more, in battle,