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Pray, gentle soul, with heart and mind laid bare,
What insights dost thou wish for me to share?
Let whispers of thy spirit take their flight—
Reveal thy passions, dreams, and what brings light.

Art thou a wanderer 'neath heaven's dome,
Or dost thou find sweet solace in thy home?
What joys and sorrows color thy life's page,
What fuels thy fire, what stirs thy heart with rage?

Speak, and I shall weave thy tale with grace—
For every soul hath beauty that must trace.
What dost thou seek to convey of thy sweet self?
Unfold thy story like a treasured shelf.

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