"The village was quiet, blanketed in snow,
Yet whispers of magic began to grow."
"The townsfolk gathered by the old clock’s chime,
To bid farewell to the passing time."
"Then the clock struck twelve, the bells did ring,
Fireworks soared as the people would sing."
"So every December, they gather to cheer,
To welcome the future and banish their fear."
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This poem comprises four verses and four lines. While they share similarities, every poem possesses distinctive features that make it a perfect fit for its category, adding an extra layer of connection and meaning.
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