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Beneath the quiet midnight sky,
I ran where shadows learned to fly.
The earth was steady, the winds were free,
Yet all I chased was destiny.

Each step a rhythm, strong and true,
The night unveiled a brighter view.
And though the stars stayed far above,
They lit the path with silent love.
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Helen Grace
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