Through tangled woods where whispers lay, A path once walked by souls untamed, Its echoes lost in time's decay, Yet still the stars above remained. The nightingale, her voice unchained, Sings secrets stolen by the tide, Yet none recall the words proclaimed, For fate and dust walk side by side.
The wanderer seeks the hidden way, Where ancient roots and myths are framed, Yet every step begins to fray, The road once clear, now cruelly maimed. His heart beats fast, his voice unnamed, For dreams and memories collide, Yet truth, like light, will not be claimed, For fate and dust walk side by side.
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