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Tired,staring disappointedly,disappearing into Time's darkness,'midst shouts, bottle pops, memories,music... pretendingto stay Its unfinished term.Yet leave It did... in imageslighting the electronic screen,as golden voiced announcerssmile at Its demise'mid hopeful wishes for a successor still to be seen. Suddenly, quiet,the world motionless,while the dog at one's feet,awakened by deadened noises,stretched in puzzlement..."Happy New Year!"Memories of past, the dropping ball heralding the end, or the beginning, when everything changes...
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Não creia, faça!
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J®
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