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To shed the husk of yesteryear,
And to wipe the slate clean for today,
Unlearn the lessons we held so dear,
Resculpt the future with ochre clay;

To chisel my story on a blank slate,
Inscribed on it like exquisite art,
Rewriting the tale to illustrate,
Heeding my soul call seated in my heart;