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In the silent corridors of expectation, I stand
A vigilant guardian in the vastness of the planned.
Dreams like stars, far and clear
I wait for that moment, day and night.
A journey, a voyage, with untold trials,
A symphony of patience as the stories unfold.
Every step, a note in the melody of time,
Gentle chimes in the rhythm of waiting.
The destination, a signal fire on the horizon in the distance,
I float through challenges like a wandering star.
In the tapestry of effort, threads intricately sewn,
I'm waiting for the harvest, in the fields I've come to know.
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