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The battle had begun,
Thought that I was devastated,
Blood oozing out like an ocean of pain,
Thought that I was shattered,
To pieces by a storm,
I was running out of hope,
In the very garden of my dreams,
The sun was crying through our sweat,
As if it had been a witness to this trauma,
Innocent buds were crushed down,
To a doomed graveyard underground,
Where even sunlight would not go,
To resurrect them,
Then, there was a ray of light,
From the moon,
Guiding us from darkness to light,
Bringing us new hope and a new life,
That would be started afresh!
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