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There's a friend named Bro, a fleeting sign.
He vanishes briefly, like a whispering wind,
Yet returns unfailingly, a cycle to bind.
Like the moon in its phases, he waxes and wanes,
Leaving the server, as the night gently gains.
A moment of absence, a digital eclipse,
Only to reappear, with joy on his lips.
Oh, Bro, the enigma of our virtual space,
You slip away briefly, leaving an empty trace.
But with the dawn, like a phoenix reborn,
Back you come, in the digital morn.
Are you chasing adventures in pixels and code?
Or seeking solace in a digital abode?
We wonder as you depart, then retrace,
A constant dance in this virtual space.
Bro, you're the ebb and flow of our online tide,
A friend who departs but never can hide.
In the Discord tapestry, you're a familiar thread,
Leaving and returning, where friendships are bred.