Merge pull request #68: Add "The Nightingale's Lament"

Add "The Nightingale's Lament"

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+title:      The Nightingale's Lament
+date:       2023-12-18 16:06:31 
+author:     Flûteur
+categories: Poetry
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+There was a time, in a forgotten age, when the nightingale's melody held the hearts of all who listened. Its voice, so sweet and ethereal, soared through the moonlit sky, filling the night with a symphony of longing and desire.
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+But the Nightingale, burdened by the weight of its own song, grew weary. Its wings, once strong and vibrant, became heavy with the whispers of lost love and unfulfilled dreams. And so, it took to the highest branch of the tallest tree, and with great sorrow, it began to sing a lament.
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+Oh, the Nightingale's lament was a mournful sound that echoed through the sleepy town. The people, awakened from their slumber, gathered under the starry sky to hear this melancholic song. They listened, their hearts heavy with the weight of their own regrets, as the Nightingale poured its soul into every note.
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+The Nightingale sang of lost love, of shattered dreams and broken promises. Its voice carried the echoes of forgotten laughter, and the tears of a thousand heartaches. And as the night grew darker, the Nightingale's song grew more desperate, filled with the longing for a love that had slipped through its fragile grasp.
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+The people wept as they listened, their tears mingling with the soft whispers of the wind. They understood the Nightingale's sorrow, for they too had loved and lost, had felt the sting of regret and the ache of unfulfilled desires. In those moments, under the moon's gentle glow, they became one with the Nightingale, bound together by the universal language of pain and longing.
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+And as the first light of dawn broke through the horizon, the Nightingale's song began to fade. Its voice, once so strong and vibrant, grew weak and raspy, until finally, it was silenced. The people, with heavy hearts, retreated back into their homes, but carried with them the memory of the Nightingale's lament, forever etched into their souls.
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+For though the Nightingale's song had ceased, its melancholy melody would forever echo through the ages. It would serve as a reminder, a testament to the fragile beauty of love, and the pain that accompanies it. And perhaps, one day, when another heart finds itself burdened with the weight of sorrow, the Nightingale's lament will echo once again, providing solace and companionship in the dark nights of the soul.
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+Until then, the Nightingale would remain perched on its branch, its worn wings ready to take flight, and its song forever imprinted in the tapestry of the universe, waiting for someone else to hear its lament, and find solace in its bittersweet melody.