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Through winding hours and restless days,

We danced in practice, through a hazy maze.

Some faltered, hesitant, distant in thought,

While others forged on, by resolve gently caught.

In the echo of struggle, we learned to stand,

Pulling each other with a steady hand.

I stumbled once, a standard askew,

And in that moment, the shadows grew.

Yet as the victor’s name filled the air,

Our triumph soared, beyond compare.

In that instant, the world felt small,

For we had risen—together, we stood tall.