Alone and lonely, a soul will start to fade,
No strength but weakness in self, a fragile stand.
'No man's an island, ' these ancient words are made,
For woven lives, a caring and helping hand.
We all need the touch, the warmth, the shared delight,
In unity, we acquire our spirit's might,
The mind's burdens eased, the hidden wisdom found,
Where echoed hearts, in grace, flourish or abound.
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