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VII

The path was long, each clue a thread,

Through city streets your steps were led.

And here at last, the secret true,

A treasure waits — for love, for you.

 

A heart of green, both bright and rare,

An emerald gift for you to wear.

It shines of love, of balance, too,

Of harmony that lives in you.

 

Beside it rests a key of light,

A drive that hides its truths from sight.

The final code you solved today,

Unlocks the words this gift will say.

So wear this heart, and let it be,

A symbol of you, eternally.

 

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