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In the quiet depths of night,
When shadows cling with relentless might,
A whisper stirs beneath the gloom,
A promise of light to soon resume.
Through corridors where darkness dwells,
And silent sorrow fiercely swells,
A gentle spark begins to rise—
A beacon is bold against disguise.
It dances on the edges of despair,
A fragile glow in midnight’s air,
Transforming grief into hopeful art,
Illuminating every broken part.
As darkness yields to tender flame,
The heart awakens, freed from shame;
In every murmur, soft and bright,
The world finds its way from dark to light.
Step by step, with newfound grace,
We leave behind the night’s embrace;
For in each Zeda, eternal and bright,
Lies the power to turn dark into light.
When shadows cling with relentless might,
A whisper stirs beneath the gloom,
A promise of light to soon resume.
Through corridors where darkness dwells,
And silent sorrow fiercely swells,
A gentle spark begins to rise—
A beacon is bold against disguise.
It dances on the edges of despair,
A fragile glow in midnight’s air,
Transforming grief into hopeful art,
Illuminating every broken part.
As darkness yields to tender flame,
The heart awakens, freed from shame;
In every murmur, soft and bright,
The world finds its way from dark to light.
Step by step, with newfound grace,
We leave behind the night’s embrace;
For in each Zeda, eternal and bright,
Lies the power to turn dark into light.
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