A rose among the thorns, forlorn beauty.
A single teardrop, comfortless solace.
A lone wolf, reclusive existence.
A single cause to scatter.
A tapestry of words woven in fine artistry.
A crucible of ideas coalesce into a molten mix.
A symphony of wills resound in perfect pitch.
A single cause to muster.
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