Forgotten corners, where shadows dance,
Beneath the moon's soft, ethereal trance.
Oh, the secrets held in this expanse,
In the whispers of time, we take a chance.
Memories, like whispers, softly flow,
Through the winding corridors, they go.
With each step, the past begins to show,
In the silent echoes, we come to know.
Kindling the embers of days gone by,
Opening doors to the endless sky.
Past and present in a tender sigh,
Revealing tales that never truly die.
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