The Many Facets of Names: A Journey Through Identity

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In whispered tones, a name is given,
A quiet echo of love and hope,
Carried through winds, in stories written,
A tapestry where dreams elope.

Each syllable, a mark of life,
A beacon in the fog of time,
Guiding us through joy and strife,
An emblem of our climb.

Names, like rivers, carve their path,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Reflecting shadows, laughter, wrath,
Underneath the vast, endless sky.

In every name, a world unfolds,
A canvas painted with each breath,
A legacy that gently holds,
The essence of life, love, and death.

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