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Through the corridors of memory’s maze,
Echoes of laughter, now but a haze.
The hands of the clock, relentless and cold,
Marking the journey, as stories unfold.
In the shadows where sorrows dwell,
Time weaves its web, a cruel spell.
The weight of moments, heavy and stark,
Leaves a trail of tears in the dark.
Yet in the depths of this somber plight,
Hope flickers softly, a guiding light.
For even in sorrow, there’s beauty to find,
In the tears that speak of the soul’s kind...
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