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In the quiet of dawn, a whisper so still,

I wander through memories, a heart to fulfill.

Each moment a brushstroke, a color, a hue,

In the canvas of time, where dreams wander through.

The touch of a hand, the warmth of a smile,

A treasure of moments that linger awhile.

In the depths of my soul, a garden takes bloom,

With petals of hope and leaves of the moon.

A journey unfolding, with each step I take,

In the symphony of life, a melody to make.

For in the silence of night, under stars that gleam,