One long day is not too short;
It holds both the sunrise and sunset,
And wings carry all the shades of light and shadows.
With moments together, nothing is more or less;
Everything is a measure for measure.
Each idea is new; every call is not in vain.
Every response, with merit or demerit, is a chance,
And time trickily covers up all.
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