In the twilight where whispers lie,
A scatter of stars fills the velvet sky,
With a melody weaving through the air,
To every dreamer with a secret to share.
The saxophone sighs in a soft serenade,
Each note a whisper of choices we made,
As laughter echoes through the warm embrace,
Of lost nights painted in a delicate grace.
When nightfall drapes its cloak over the town,
I'll follow the rhythm where the shadows go down,
With a riff that dances like leaves in the breeze,
Unearthed by the magic of the whispered trees.
Oh, the city breathes, and the heartbeat ignites,
In the glimmer of alleys wrapped in soft lights,
Freedom's a song in the air, can you hear?
It sparkles like diamonds, so precious, so near.
As time cascades, let nothing hold tight,
With every scatter of chances, take flight,
For tomorrow's a canvas yet to be drawn,
In the hush of the night, we will find the dawn.
So let’s raise a glass to this moment we own,
To the melody's echo that’s truly our own,
In the embrace of the night, we’ll forever remain,
For the heart knows its freedom, its love, and its pain.
With a final riff leading us where we belong,
In the arms of the night, we’ll dance to our song.
Let the music keep playing, let it flow like a stream,
For freedom is fleeting, but we’ll hold on to the dream.
Jazz
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