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When the moon whispers,
silver secrets spill across the sky,
painting dreams in quiet strokes,
where shadows and light softly collide.
Night listens closely,
to the stories held in the hush,
the gentle breath of stars,
and the calm after the rush.
In that stillness,
hearts find a rhythm anew,
woven from silence,
and the endless dance of blue.
So let the moon whisper,
carry you on its glow,
where the night’s soft embrace
helps all lost things grow.
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