"Whispers in the Night"

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In the quiet of the night, her memory lingers,
A whisper of her touch, a trace of her fingers.
Stars above remind me of her gentle gaze,
Lost in the silence, I count the ways.

Her laughter echoes in the empty air,
A melody that haunts, a song I can't repair.
Dreams weave her back into my arms,
Yet morning steals her away, my heart disarms.

Time moves slowly in her absence, a cruel thief,
Each moment without her a testament to grief.
Yet in the spaces between, her spirit's near,
In the shadows and the light, I still hold her dear.

Yet in the spaces between, her spirit's near,In the shadows and the light, I still hold her dear

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