In whispered tones, the shadows play,
A dance of dreams in dusk's soft sway.
With every step, the echoes flow,
In graceful arcs, where secrets grow.
A lament we weave on twilight's breath,
As hearts entwined, embrace the depth.
The moonlight beckons, silver bright,
Yet sorrow lingers, shrouded night.
In silent halls, where murmurs swell,
Each fleeting touch, a fleeting spell.
The rhythm calls, a tender sigh,
While hopes ascend, and wishes fly.
The music swells, a timeless grace,
With every pirouette, we trace
The fleeting moments, lost yet true,
Each heartbeat sings, it longs for you.
Through stained glass dreams, we find our way,
In every rise, in every sway.
A ballet born of love and pain,
Embracing joy, embracing rain.
And when the curtain falls at last,
We'll hold the beauty of the past.
In every note, our spirits blend,
A prelude's flow that will not end.
For in this dance, we are alive,
In every breath, our souls contrive.
Eternal echoes, fate's decree,
Together, always, you and me.
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Prelude, eternal, ballet, flow, lament