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63, a number accursed, the end people fight to parry.

Yet, the end comes reaching this number to take world beauties.

63, a clue so long yet so short,

Glory slips by and breaths go untied.

The heart halts to land in the choir of heaven.

Remember the number: 63, and ponder again.

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A/N: If you are wondering what the number hinting is, the clues are below! Whoever gets them right will have a poem or shayari dedicated to them!