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The silver moon hums a quiet tune,
Soft light spilling where shadows loom.
The stars, like whispers, gently gleam,
Sewn into night’s eternal dream.
A breeze sweeps low, a hush, a sigh,
Carrying secrets where lost hearts lie.
The world asleep, yet wide awake,
In moonlight’s arms, no hearts shall break.
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