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Silent Votes in a Distant Dream
In the hush of the amber dawn, they wait, Whispers of choices in a woven fate. Amidst the rustle of leaves that sway, Hearts beat strong, holding hopes at bay. Time dances slow, yet spirits rise, A canvas of voices beneath endless skies. Each pulse a promise, each thought a song, In the stillness of night, they know they belong.
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