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In the hush of the night, when shadows dance,
A symphony of life plays from above,
The People Upstairs, a mysterious trance,
Their world unfolds, a story of love.
Amidst the rhythm of footsteps soft and light,
A melody of laughter fills the air,
Voices mingle in harmony, day or night,
Their presence a whisper, a heartfelt prayer.
Through walls so thin, a symphony divine,
Their conversations become our untold tale,
Echoes of laughter, a melody so fine,
The joys of living, they never fail.
Their steps, a waltz on the wooden floor,
As time stands still, we listen in awe,
Their laughter, a chorus that we all adore,
A bond that unites us, as we applaud.
In moments of struggle, a comforting beat,
Their gentle whispers mend our weary souls,
Their shared experiences, a solace so sweet,
Their presence, a balm that always consoles.
And as the night turns into the morning's light,
The People Upstairs fade away from view,
Leaving us with memories, oh, so bright,
Of their lives intertwined, a bond ever true.
So let their essence fill our hearts with grace,
As they reside in our dreams and minds,
The People Upstairs, a timeless embrace,
A shared connection that forever binds.
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