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Quiet hours
In the quiet hours when the night draws near,
Whispers of dreams turn to echoes of fear.
A heart once vibrant now heavy with pain,
Fragments of joy lost in the rain.
Promises linger like ghosts in the air,
Each memory...
Whispers of dreams turn to echoes of fear.
A heart once vibrant now heavy with pain,
Fragments of joy lost in the rain.
Promises linger like ghosts in the air,
Each memory...
