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As fleeting years slip silently away,
I gaze upon a once-brilliant smile, Still lingering within a virtual space, Recounting tales of romantic grace. Looking round a theater without a crowd, There is no need to hope for sparse applause; Listening to the crisp birdsong by my ear, Is this not natures most enchanting sound? A harmonious melody drifts from the azure sky, Nurtured deep within a maidens intricate mind; Though lacking the blessings of fluttering bees and butterflies, Her face still overflows with sweet gentleness. Perhaps the quiet footsteps of passing time Will always rise softly in unguarded moments; And that magnificent mandala of colors Slowly fades away within the memory. The photo album chronicling youthful days Faithfully casts a dreamlike, gorgeous imagery Into the depths of this virtual realm— Only to realize at last, it was all a fleeting dream.
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