In shadows where the echoes dwell,
The end wasn’t always for a new beginning,
Whispers of old dreams in the silence swell,
Fading like stars before the dawn's spinning.
Each farewell, a thread in the fabric of night,
Worn edges of stories that linger and weave,
Not every close brings a jubilant light,
Some endings hold secrets, in heartbeats, believe.
Yet in the stillness, amid the quiet sigh,
A promise of change in the softest refrain,
For though the horizon may darken the sky,
From endings, we gather to rise once again.
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