Footsteps fade down hallowed halls,
Soft as raindrops, light as calls.
The past remains, though voices go,
Like rivers lost, yet still they flow.

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The Masters teach, the students learn,
Like stars that rise, like stars that burn.
Yet wisdom lingers, calm and bright,
A beacon in the endless night.

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The walls have heard a thousand names,
Some bound to peace, some bound to flames.
Yet in their stories, echoes ring,
The lessons time will always bring.

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For knowledge grows as cycles turn,
From hands that teach to those that yearn.
And though the stars may shift and fade,
The Jedi path is never swayed.