Hope is the last, thing ever lost.

In the hush of the night, in the glow of the day,

Whispers of hope gently find their way.

They flutter like petals, delicate and light,

Guiding our hearts through the darkest of night.

When skies are clouded, when paths are unclear,

Hope is the lighthouse, drawing us near.

It's the song of the stars, a melody pure,

A promise that strength and beauty endure.

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