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Ballad for a Healer Passed

In the hushed and sacred stillness of the night, A healer's journey meets the golden light. Eighty-eight seasons, a voyage bold and true, For those in shadows, a beacon that grew. From heart to heart his legacy will thread, A champion of minds, in silent reverence we bow our head.

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Ballad for a Healer Passed