Life is a somber dance of fallen leaves,
Fluttering in the wind of nostalgia.
The year is a string, taut and fiery,
That rumbles in the silence of the calendar.
Longing is a lonely star,
Shining faintly in a darkened sky.
My thoughts are mournful tunes,
An enigmatic date in the heart.
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