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And now the blood drains in pain,

Flowing slowly, marked by tears,

Without the love, once so strong,

Able to make it still, like a shroud of years.

The open wounds find no healing,

And the heart, weary, no longer beats with fervor.

What once was life is now bitterness,

A river of sorrows that dims the warmth's cover.

Love tries, but the bond is broken,

And the blood flows, taking hope away.

Silence echoes, the dream is unspoken,

Leaving only absence, without a way.

But perhaps, deep within this abyss,

There remains a spark, a glimmer, a light,

That can reignite altruism’s bliss

And rescue the love that guides us through the night.

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