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Echoed Words Unveiled
In the halls of erudition, a shadow fell on fame, The weaver of letters found in another's loom. Where golden crests once proudly shone, Now tarnished by the whisper of echoed tune. A tapestry once held in esteem so high, Unravels beneath the truth-seeker's eye. The artistry of mind, now blemished with a stain, As originality's crown slips, integrity to regain.
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