Aunts: Guardians of Our Childhood Dreams

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In the gentle whispers of the night,
Aunts weave stories of delight,
Through the tapestry of time,
They nurture dreams so divine.

With laughter that fills the room,
They chase away any gloom,
Their love, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through darkest night.

In every hug, a world of care,
In every word, they are there,
Holding us when we fall,
Answering our every call.

Aunts, the unsung heroes of our days,
With them, joy always stays,
Their spirits forever gleam,
Guardians of our childhood dream.

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