On this day a star was born,

A princess fell, from the sky was torn.

She graced this earth, a face so fine,

With a voice as soft, as sweet as wine.

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And on this day she would set on a path,

Sprinkled with joy, nostalgia, and (a little) wrath.

Trips would be travelled, down memory lane,

Events recalled from the past, hopefully with little pain.

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As you go on this journey, you will be given clues,

Each written by a loved one, words for you to muse.

Follow the chain, each leading you to the next,

And in this case, they say, a call is usually better than a text!

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