In every beat, a story’s told,
Of fleeting time and dreams grown bold.
Through rise and fall, the rhythm flows,
A pulse of life that ever grows.
It sings of joy, it hums of strife,
The constant dance of fragile life.
Listen close, in stillness, be,
For in the heart, we truly see.
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