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In the vast mosaic of life’s grand design,
Each piece glimmers, uniquely aligned.
A billion stars in a boundless sky,
Each with a purpose, a reason to fly.
The cobbler's hands stitch soles with care,
The baker's dough scents the morning air.
The farmer rises before the dawn,
Fields to tend, and seeds to be sown.
The street sweeper’s broom whispers its song,
Clearing pathways, where lives move along.
The nurse in the night, tender and wise,
Offers hope to the weary, bright light in her eyes.