Eternal whispers of memories past,
Casting shadows, memories amassed.
Lingering in the twilight's embrace,
In the eclipse, memories find their place.
Phantom echoes of love and strife,
In the shadows, memories come to life.
Eclipsed moments, both dark and bright
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