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In the cosmic dance of dark and light, The yin and yang weave through the night. Opposing forces, yet intertwined, In harmony's embrace, they're defined.

The yin, serene as the tranquil moon, Embraces shadows, a subtle croon. It holds the secrets in its gentle flow, The quiet strength in its subtle glow.

Yang, vibrant as the blazing sun, Radiates warmth, life's begun. In its energy, action takes flight, A force of nature, shining bright.

Together they dance, an eternal pair, Balancing existence with utmost care. In each, a seed of the other's grace, A harmonious blend, a cosmic embrace.

In yin, yang finds its sacred space, In yang, yin leaves a gentle trace. Dualities merged, a cosmic song, In unity's embrace, where they belong.

Two halves together, a cosmic blend, The yin and yang, without an end. Completing cycles, eternally sway, In perfect balance, night and day.

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In forests deep, 'mongst trees so grand, Happy squirrels frolic, a joyous band. Their bushy tails swish in the air, A spectacle of happiness, light and fair.

They leap from branch to branch so free, Celebrating life with unbridled glee. Their bright eyes shimmer with delight, Seeking treasures in each playful flight.

With nimble grace, they roam on high, Cheerful acrobats under the sky. They hide their nuts, a secret stash, In safe abodes, away from crash.

Their laughter echoes through the trees, A symphony of joy that truly frees. They brighten days, enliven hours, Happy squirrels, nature's sweetest flowers.

Oh, little beings with fur so sleek, Teaching joy, a lesson they speak. Continue your dance, live carefree, Happy squirrels, symbols of pure glee.

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In shadows deep, a child in flight, Away from fate's unyielding sight. With timid steps, she seeks reprieve, From death's embrace, she yearns to leave.

Her laughter hushed, her spirit wanes, Amidst the fear that constant reigns. Through fields of sorrow, she finds her way, In hope that dawn will bring new day.

The night's cruel grasp, a looming dread, Yet courage blooms within her thread. Her heart, a beacon, fiercely bright, Defying fate, embracing light.

With whispered prayers and fleeting breath, She dares to challenge untimely death. In every step, a plea to live, Her innocence, a gift to give.

Oh, little one, with soul so pure, May life's cruel hands find no allure. May hope and love guide your escape, And lead you to a safer cape.

In shadows deep, her spirit soars, A testament to courage's roars. For in her flight, a tale is spun, Of bravery 'neath death's cruel sun.