00:00Grief is the universal language of the heart, spoken in every culture, crossing every border,
00:06binding us in our shared humanity when loss whispers its quiet truth.
00:30When the evening falls in silver light, and the quiet fills the room, I hear the words you left behind,
00:49like roses still in blue.
00:57Love does not fade into the night, it lingers in the air, in every line my heart will write.
01:19I know that you are there, and every song I softly weave carries love.
01:37I still believe.
01:57Lest are they that mourn, but they shall be comforted.
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