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In dunes of gold where shadows play,  
A belated breeze whispers the day;  
A birthday past, yet horses run,  
Their laughter neath the setting sun.  

An artist strokes with playful might,  
Captures joy in lines so bright;  
Each sandy brush a dance of dreams,  
A carousel of light that gleams.  

In memory's sands, time gently flows,  
As laughter in the air bestows,  
The fun of moments colored bold—  
An ageless tale of joy retold.

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