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Atomic Precision Of The Second

On the second she was born,
And on the second that he died,
Never escaped them that that was the very second
Everything mattered the most,

Nonetheless, it was just a second later,
Them all thoughts were far from that,

From the second you read
The very first verse,

And the finishing words
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