A lone boat drifts, two stars in the sky,
Three insects chirping, tranquility nearby.
One, two, three, four, you and I hand in hand,
May we grasp tightly, as we stand.
Beneath the moon's glow, calm waters reflect,
Watching the sunset together, white birds intersect.
Daylight fades, hues of red and gold,
In this peaceful moment, our bond will hold.
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