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The Power of Faith
A blink.
Summer to fall, to winter, to spring.
All again to summer.
A blink.
A seedling to a bush, a shoot, to an oak,
In a blink.
Ages, empires, kingdoms,
Up and down like the rollar coaster they are,
And gone.
In a blink.
Magic to swords, a cart to a horseless carriage,
In a blink.
Yet above it all, in a high, high cave,
The only one to see it pass, waits.
And in that moment when the last child cries,
"There are no dragons!", dissappears.
In a blink.
Thanks to Rune for this contribution!
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