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In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace,
Prayer whispers softly, a gentle grace.
A balm for the soul, a cure for despair,
Lifting the burden, lightening the air.
In the darkest hour, when all seems lost,
Prayer offers solace, no matter the cost.
A beacon of hope, a flicker of light,
Guiding the way through the endless night.
So bow your head, let your heart be still,
And let the power of prayer fulfill.
For in its embrace, you'll find release,
A remedy for the soul, a path to peace.
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