In the morning sun, I wear a heavy heart,
For shadows lurk close, whispering we're apart.
With laughter fading softly like whispers in the breeze,
I ache for the moments that brought me to my knees.
Each tick of the clock brings the weight of goodbye,
A reminder that life is a fragile lullaby.
Yet in this sorrow's depth, a flicker starts to rise,
In dancing with death, I find love never dies.
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