Dawn of Renewal, Time Drifts

As new light ascends on high, Old shadows shrink from the nascent sky. The clock's hands dance in relentless swing, ... While change unfurls her vibrant wing. Each tick, a step towards legacy's cleft, Every tock, weaves the weft. In the palace of tomorrow, with silent hush, Anew, the world breathes - the old order must blush.

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