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Femiπ©ππβ‘π
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Forlorn Yarns Beneath the moon's melancholic light, so stern, Whispers of the past, like specters, return. In the silence, forlorn yarns begin to churn, Each a faded tapestry of lessons unlearned. Echoes of heartbeats, in time's loom spurned, Weave the woeful threads of fate, forever adjourned. GFK
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