In the night, a voice; whispers echoing silent truths. Knowing, feeling, free.
Words shaped by moon light, paths cross in their dancing flight, gentle peace finds life.
The discord quiets, stilled by a shy lover's touch, the world is made new.
Words shaped by moon light, paths cross in their dancing flight, gentle peace finds life.
The discord quiets, stilled by a shy lover's touch, the world is made new.
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