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|Graduation's on a
Rarely does one get a better view.
All that is in front of one is new.
Dreams are vistas that don't seem to stop.
Underneath, perhaps, there is some fear
As familiar landscapes fall away.
The price of moving on is just that gray
Intensity that grips as changes near.
One does, however, feel the moment's grace:
Now one should rest, and victory embrace.