In the quiet hush of evening’s fall,
when shadows lengthen, and memories call,
we find the strength to close the door
on chapters past, always
With tender hearts, we bid farewell,
to stories, only time can tell,
in tearful whispers, soft goodbyes,
we let the old dreams crystallize
The pain of parting is bittersweet,
as echoes of the past retreat,
we gather fragments, love’s remains,
and weave them into new refrains
With courage born of yesterday,
we step into the dawn’s first ray,
embracing hope, the promise of new,
of skies once gray, now painted blue–
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