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ETA

When you knew me, 
I reached for the sun. 
I contorted 
this way and that 
to find warmth. 
Now, I am content cool; 
The prized pride I sought 
matters little. 
And the whole, wide world 
will welcome me-
while you, finally,
tiredly 
head home.

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