Vut de fuque
In quiet moments, I hear the sound,
A whisper soft, profound, unbound.
Vut de fuque, a phrase unspoken,
A token of feelings, tenderly broken.
Through storms of doubt, through nights so bleak,
Your voice remains, the words I seek.
Vut de fuque, a gentle refrain,
A symbol of love, enduring pain.
In every breath, in every hue,
Vut de fuque reminds me of you.
A mystery wrapped in silent grace,
A sacred phrase time can't erase.
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