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Pagoda

"Once stood, strong and high,
Carved with vows we swore won’t die.
Each tier we built with love and trust,
Now crumbled down, returned to dust.

The winds still hum where echoes stay,
But silence steals what words won’t say.
A temple lost, a love undone,
Falling bricks beneath the sun."

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