Gone Before the Morning Light Could Shine

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In the hush of a fleeting dawn,
Where dreams and shadows gently blend,
A soul departs, too soon withdrawn,
From paths where youth and hopes ascend.

Whispers of laughter left behind,
In echoes soft, they linger still,
A melody the heart can’t find,
Yet in the silence, spirits thrill.

The stars above, they softly weep,
For journeys that were never told,
In the embrace of night’s deep keep,
A warmth that fades, a story bold.

Yet in each tear, a memory glows,
Of moments brief, yet fiercely bright,
In every heart, a love that knows,
The beauty of a vanished light.

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