In the twilight's gentle sigh,
Where shadows softly drift and lie,
A soul departs, too soon, too young,
With songs of life left unsung.

The hands that held, now reaching air,
In grief's embrace, a deep despair,
Yet courage rises, hearts still strong,
In memories where love belongs.

Though darkness falls, a light remains,
In whispered winds and autumn rains,
A legacy of strength and grace,
Lives on in every tear-streaked face.

From sorrow's depths, new hope will bloom,
In silent nights, in empty rooms,
For even in the grip of strife,
There's beauty in the gift of life.

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