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Life never moves at our pace
either too fast or too slow
Fury wind in the face
or oxen with a plow

Nothing is too soon
nothing too late
When time and luck meet
people call if fate

As pebbles form from rocks
shaped by the flowing water
should we be in facing life
with patience now and after

For the one who waits
good things come
For the one who is patient
the world awaits

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