The race is run, the journey's end,
A finish line, where triumphs transcend.
With every step, a story's told,
Of perseverance, young and old.
The crowd cheers on, a deafening sound,
As dreams are realized, on sacred ground.
The finish line, a symbol of might,
A testament to the human spirit's light.
140 souls, with hearts ablaze,
Cross the line, with triumphant gaze.
Their finish, a victory to claim,
A memory to cherish, a story to proclaim.
The finish line, a milestone achieved,
A dream fulfilled, a journey relieved.
For those who cross, a hero's pride,
A sense of accomplishment, deep inside.
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Abbas
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