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1965I stand with grace and softly gleam, yet I am fleeting as a dream. Each moment takes a piece of me, until I'm gone, no more to see. What am I?
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22501965I stand with grace and softly gleam, yet I am fleeting as a dream. Each moment takes a piece of me, until I'm gone, no more to see. What am I?
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