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People are made of dreams,
like stars twinkling in the night,
little threads of hope, little songs,
weaving our souls in a great waste.
Of light, we carry laughter and hugs,
sparkles that illuminate dark paths,
while the darkness whispers in its bows,
stories of longing and pure moments.
Of broken pieces, sincere mosaics,
we are jigsaw puzzles of a thousand colours,
each fragment tells of a journey, a path,
in the dance of lives, of dreams and loves.