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A tale unfolds by the silent stream
Where golden moonlight casts a dream
An old man sits beneath the shade
Of willow branches gently laid
He carves a flute from fallen wood
As generations since have stood
Each note that floats upon the night
Tells of darkness turned to light
Children gather in the glow
Learning what the elders know
How laughter chases fear away
And hope renews with each new day
The river flows, the stories stay
Guiding wanderers on their way
Simple truths in twilight’s gleam
More precious than they may seem
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