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Pan’s Melody

In the whispering hollows of ancient woods, Where sunbeams dance with shadows, Pan, the wild god, weaves his magic, Crafting melodies on reeds of green.

 

His breath, like zephyrs through tall grass, Caresses the pan pipes’ slender form, And from their hollows, music blooms: A symphony of longing and forgotten dreams.

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