In the realm of forgotten things, Where memories gently fade, Lie the gifts they left behind, A treasure unafraid.
In the depths of hearts they touched, In the smiles they brought to life, In the echoes of their laughter, In the beauty they instilled.
A gift of love, a gentle touch, A kindness that would never cease, A friendship that would never fade, A bond that would bring them peace.
In the world they left behind, Their gifts would forever stay, A testament to lives well-lived, A legacy that would never sway.
For in the hearts of those they touched, Their memory would forever bloom, A reminder of the gifts they left, A treasure in the darkest room.
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