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In shadows deep, where dreams had died, A heart once broken, bruised, and tied. But from the wreckage, softly grew, A love reborn, both fresh and true.
The tears that fell, like gentle rain, wiped off the dust, erased the pain. A spark, though small, began to burn, A flame of hope that would return.
Through failures past, we learned to see that love's rebirth is wild and free. After storms, the skies are clear, and love, once lost, is drawing near
So in your arms, I now believe, that love after loss, we can retrieve. For in the ashes, new things bloom, A tender love that breaks the gloom.