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In gentle whispers, hearts mend anew,
With every touch, old scars undo.
Through quiet nights and tear-filled eyes,
Healing love lifts where pain resides.
A balm for wounds, both deep and wide,
It walks with grace, stays by your side.
No words are needed, just the care,
Of love that heals, always there.
With time and trust, it weaves its thread,
Turning sorrow to hope instead.
Healing love, a tender art,
That slowly rebuilds a broken heart.
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