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Echoes of Silence | 静寂のこだま
In winter’s quiet glow,
Where temples stand so still,
Snow drapes the earth below,
A soft and silent thrill.
The breeze is but a sigh,
Through gates of ancient stone,
Each flake a whispered sky,
In peace, we walk alone.
The world, a frozen dream,
In crystal hush and light,
Where snow and silence gleam,
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