Unfulfilled Symphony

Too young to die, like a songbird in flight

Whose wings have yet to reach their full height

A symphony of life, just beginning to play

But cut short before its final crescendo

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Like a sprout, just breaking through the soil

With so much growth and potential to boil

A promise of beauty, yet to unfold

But snuffed out by fate, so cruel and cold

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Too young to die, like a novel half-written

With pages of adventure, yet to be smitten

A story of love and loss, yet to unfold

But cut short before its final chapter told

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Like a dream, just starting to take shape

With vivid colors and endless escape

A world of wonder, yet to be explored

But shattered by reality, forever ignored

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Too young to die, like a candle in the wind

Whose light has yet to reach its full spin

A beacon of hope, yet to be lit

But snuffed out by the hands of fate, so quick.