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Our eyes catch like fireflies in the mist
Raindrops fall, echoing the wind's melody
Like nature's orchestra, playing the symphony of our past
A backdrop to the tragic play that was our ancient love story.
Hidden in the crevices of our minds,
Emerging at the touch of our hands,
An old folktale of love and memories
Now at rest, forever.
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