When the mournful song plays, a melody that tears the soul,
Don't drown in parting's grief; let your heart hold,
Look within, at the wounded whole, a strength yet to unfold,
A promise of dawn, chasing shadows all withdrawn, with hues of rose and gold.

It whispers, "I am stronger; love will mend what sorrows have wrought."
Tears that flow like gentle rain, a healing touch they've brought,
On wounds that time unfolds.
If this isn't love, then what story is told?

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