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Owen, a soul now gone, we mourn, Like a withering flower, forlorn. Petals droop, beauty fades away, Memories linger, in shades of gray. Once vibrant, like blooms in spring, Now silent, a broken wing. Whispers of sorrow fill the air, A life cut short, so unfair. In fields of memory, you will stay, A gentle breeze to carry you away. Though you've left this earthly hour, In our hearts, you bloom like a fragile flower.

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