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In a small room lit by the dim light of a candle, an elderly man lay on his deathbed.
All around him were his loved ones, with tears in their eyes and heavy hearts.
Throughout his life, the man had found solace in singing, a way of expressing his deepest emotions and easing his sadness.
In recent years, however, his voice had gradually faded, until finally his lips refused to utter a sound.
But the man did not give up. Instead, he found a new form of expression: poetry.
With each verse he wrote, he poured out his innermost feelings, turning his silent song into eternal words.
Now, in his last moments, the man smiled serenely. He knew that his songs would live on through his verses, and that other lips would sing them in his place.
His legacy would be an eternal melody that would resonate in the hearts of those who loved him.
And so, with one last look at his loved ones, the man breathed his last, confident that his voice would never be silenced, for his songs would transcend death itself.
