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Ballots Count, Beat the Clock
In the dance of democracy's sacred art, Every voice deserves a place, a part. Like stars that shine regardless of the night, Each vote that journeys forth ignites the light. Time's fleeting hand cannot obscure the will, For hope and truth together stand, fulfilled. Let hearts be heard in unison's sweet sound, In this grand tapestry, all votes are bound.
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