Wrapped in a veil of azure sorrow, breath quietly faded away,
Upon the unwritten final page where love's refrain could never stay.
Carved deep into the silent stone, only unspoken shadows dwell,
Where moonlit chapters of our youth in fading whispers fell.
No lamp shall burn beside this shroud, no petals touch the stone -
Upon this dust-worn epitaph, our unfinished dream sleeps on, alone.
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