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She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
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Andeyo

In shadows deep, where light recedes,
There dwells a lady, Andeyo, indeed.
Her hands weave secrets, unseen, untold,
In the tapestry of tales yet to unfold.

Beneath the veil of stars' soft gleam,
She toils away, lost in her dream.
For Andeyo knows the truth profound,
That greatness lies in the silent ground.

While others seek the spotlight's grace,
She finds solace in the hidden place.
Her labor's essence, a silent art,
Lies in the depths of a quiet heart.

For it's the work that no one sees,
That shapes the world and sets it free.
In the quiet hum of midnight's song,
Andeyo's legacy marches on strong.

So let the world chase fame and light,
While Andeyo dances in the night.
For in the shadows, her work does gleam,
A testament to the power of unseen.

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