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Whispers for a Swift Peace

Let not the whispers of the weary wane, For in their breath, a plea for solace lies. Call forth the dawn of amity’s sweet reign, Above the starlit mantle, hope shall rise. Let olive branches bloom through nights of strain, Where every heart yearns for the sun’s reprise. In unity’s embrace find strength to sustain, The echo of peace as the truest prize.

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Whispers for a Swift Peace