Carried by confidence drawn from within, emboldened by indices hidden in tend.
Bolstered by beauty while it permeates, blindly encompassed in said overtake.
That which is left will be here 'til the end, gaining in quantity gathered by friends.
That which is missing was never quite there; sectioned by sadness, engulfed by despair.
Surely the certainty, striving complete, powered by equal enticement on greet,
Opening acts will prelude curtain calls, time is the pilot and life is the draw.
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