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Lived a gentle soul named Goy, you know.
With eyes like the night and a heart full of light,
He loved a girl named Elara, a vision so bright.
They’d wander through meadows, their laughter in the air,
With secrets shared softly, a promise laid bare.
Under the stars, their dreams intertwined,
In the glow of the moon, two hearts so aligned.
But fate can be fickle, a shadow in play,
For whispers of darkness crept closer each day.
Elara fell ill, her light starting to fade,
As Goy held her close, in the stillness they prayed.
I’ll chase away shadows, I’ll fight through the skies.”
But time is a thief, and the night stretched on,
And with each fleeting moment, the hope gently waned.
On a stormy night, as the thunder did roar,
Elara slipped away, leaving Goy wanting more.
With tears in his eyes and a heart torn in two,
He whispered her name, but the silence just grew.
Now he wanders the meadows, lost in despair,
With a heart full of memories, yet no one to share.
In the whispers of wind, he still hears her song,
A love that was vibrant, but now feels so wrong.
So if you find Goy, with a gaze far away,
Remember their story on that fateful day.
For love can be beauty, and love can be pain,
In the echoes of loss, true love will remain.