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The clock strikes eight, the morning’s near,
A brand-new day to persevere.
The hourglass flows, the sand runs fine,
Moments passing, a fleeting sign.
The minutes tick, the seconds fly,
Time moves fast, you can’t deny.
The calendar shows another date,
The future calls; don’t hesitate.
The sunrise glows, the morning bright,
A golden start to chase the light.
The afternoon is calm and clear,
By evening, dreams begin to appear.
Tripsteps helps me mark each day,
From past to present, time won’t stray.
Every word falls into line,
Learning feels like clockwork, fine.
At midnight, stars fill the sky,
The moon above, so pale and high.
The week unfolds, each month repeats,
The flow of time, it never retreats.