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In the dimming twilight of solitude, echoes of forgotten laughter resonate through the corridors of memory. Time, that elusive thief, steals moments like a skilled pickpocket, leaving only the ache of nostalgia. Shadows dance on the walls, whispering secrets of yesteryears. The heart, burdened by the weight of untold stories, yearns for the warmth of a bygone sun.

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