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In the quiet realm where echoes softly start,
I weave a hymn for the beating heart.
A melody of resilience, a symphony of grace,
Each note a tribute to life's intricate embrace.

Amidst the verses, a memory weaves,
Of a love eternal, like autumn leaves.
A cherished one, in the pages of time,
Their essence lingers in this poetic rhyme.

Through...