Like tide that leaves the shore too bare,
what’s gone still lingers in the air.
The room is full, yet echoes stay —
like dawn that always finds its way.
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Like tide that leaves the shore too bare,
what’s gone still lingers in the air.
The room is full, yet echoes stay —
like dawn that always finds its way.
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