Except for shadows that dance in night.
Where whispers echo in the silent air,
Except for the weight of unspoken care.
In hearts that yearn for a distant shore,
Except for the fears we can't ignore.
In every smile, a hint of sorrow,
Except for the hope of a brighter morrow.
Beneath the surface of laughter's veneer,
Except for the truths we hold dear.
In the symphony of life's intricate play,
Except for the moments that slip away.
Yet in the midst of the chaos, we find,
Except for the solace of the mind.
Except for the love that leaves its trace.
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