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In shadowed halls where silence stays,

And light withdraws its gentle gaze,

I walk alone through drifting years,

My footsteps echoing with tears.

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No hand to hold, no voice to hear,

Just ghostly thoughts that linger near—

The laughter lost, the touch grown cold,

A thousand memories grown old.

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The clock ticks slow, a hollow sound,

Each moment falls without a bound.

The walls don’t speak, the chairs don’t move,

No comfort here, no heart to soothe.

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The days are long, the nights are worse,

Each hour another silent curse.

The world goes on, it does not see

This quiet ache inside of me.

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I long for faces, warm and kind,

A gentle soul, a like-wrought mind.

But my rooms are still, the air is tight,

And all I hold is empty night.

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If once a voice would call my name,

The frost within might lose its claim.

But winds blow cold and stars drift high—

No answer ever drifts on by.

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So here I sit, with none to know

The aching soul that will not show.

Loneliness, my only friend—

A silent shadow to the end.

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