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The echoes rise in chambers vast,
A mirror maze of shadowed past.
Confusion swirls like autumn leaves,
A puzzle carved by fate’s own thieves.
Thoughts collide, a frantic dance,
Lost in realms of happenstance.
The mind, a storm of night and flame,
Whispering truths that have no name.
Hope flickers bright, a fleeting spark,
Guiding through the depths so dark.
A laugh erupts, the heart takes flight,
Then tears cascade in the quiet night.
Life’s a river, fierce and wild,
Both cruel and kind, a weeping child.
We build, we fall, we rise again,
In joy’s embrace, in sorrow’s pen.
And then comes death, the final sigh,
A truth that makes the bravest cry.
Yet in its arms, we find release,
A whispered promise of some peace.
Through loss and found, through laugh and tear,
The inner self, both far and near.
A riddle wrapped in mystery,
Forever yearning to be free.
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