The echo fades, the final note has played, The symphony concludes, its music hushed. A masterpiece of moments, unafraid, Now rests in silence, beautifully crushed. I leave the hall, the melodies depart, The lingering resonance begins to cease. And in the quiet rhythm of my heart, A new composition finds its sweet release.
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The echo fades, the final note…
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The echo fades, the final note has played, — The symphony concludes, its music hushed.
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