In the hush of the evening, soft shadows play,
A harp strums a story that dances away.
Notes weave through the twilight, a tapestry high,
Crafting a harmony, as stars fill the sky.
Each chord tells a secret, a tale long ago,
Of lovers and wanderers, where wild rivers flow.
Beneath the old oak tree, memories sway,
With whispers of laughter, they gently display.
The breeze sings along, with a voice sweet and strong,
Carrying laughter, as the night hums its song.
In the heart of the meadow, the fireflies gleam,
Echoing moments, like the threads of a dream.
Oh, sing to the shadows that linger around,
Let the harp guide our hearts to that magical sound.
For life is a melody, and love is the key,
In the twilight's embrace, we find harmony.
As the moonlight bathes us, we gather and share,
A story of love that’s beyond all compare.
With every soft note, let our spirits take flight,
In the twilight of dreams, we'll dance into night.
So here's to the echoes of moments we hold,
A song of the ages, as our futures unfold.
And though time may wander, our hearts will stay true,
In whispers of twilight, I'll always find you.
Folk
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