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In shadows of solitude, where memories sigh,
A home once warm, now echoes goodbye.
Creaky floors, whisper tales of yore,
Faded portraits, dreams it bore.

Yet, amid echoes of a somber past,
Hope sprouts, a resilient contrast.
Through tear-streaked windows, sunlight streams,
Rebuilding love in shattered dreams.

A patchwork of joy stitched in every room,
Laughter resonates, dispelling gloom.
In the ruins, residual hope,
Rises a phoenix, triumphant, called home.

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