In twilight’s soft embrace we rise,
A symphony of whispers floats,
With soaring crescendos reaching skies,
As nightingale on silver notes.
The stars, like lanterns, guide our flight,
In delicate chords where dreams ignite.
The moon bestows her gentle grace,
As refined harmonies unfold,
Each note a brushstroke, time and space,
A canvas bright, a story told.
In every silence, we find our way,
In celestial tones, we dance and sway.
With joyous hearts, we chase the sun,
A luminous refrain returns anew,
In rhythm’s ebb, our souls are spun,
Through every joy, through every rue.
The world beneath, a mere façade,
As melodies weave the sublime façade.
In every heartbeat, the music plays,
A graceful rhythm, soft and sweet,
In the midst of night, in light’s delay,
Our spirits blend where shadows meet.
Together we’ll compose, as stars align,
Our eternal overture, a love divine.
As dawn awakens, the echoes fade,
Yet in our hearts, the song remains,
A tapestry of dreams we’ve made,
Where harmony forever reigns.
In every breath, in every sigh,
Our story lives, and will not die.
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