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It's the season of grace coming out of the void,
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance.
It's the season of possible miracle cures,
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown,
Where time begins to fade,
And age is welcome home.
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise,
And holding fast with sharp realization.
It's the season
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