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Echoes in the Pines

In twilight's gentle, whispering sigh, The storied woods of dreams drift nigh, Where shadows dance in dusk's embrace, And memories linger, a fleeting trace. Through leafy aisles and silent throngs, The heart remembers where it belongs, Each rustling breeze a song we know, Echoes in the pines softly flow.

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