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Beneath the stone where rivers start,
Lies a void, a beating heart.
The cradle whispers, cold and deep,
Dreams it nurtures, shadows keep.
From this abyss, all life flows,
Yet it mourns the life it knows.
The source, a well of loss and lore,
Feeds the world, but craves no more
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