In the quiet of the night, where dreams begin to flow,
Echoed laughter from the past will guide us where we go.
Through the dusty roads of yesteryears, we wander hand in hand,
With forgotten tales upon our lips, let’s follow where they land.
Fading embers in the fire, the warmth of memories bright,
A wandering minstrel strums a tune beneath the silver light.
He sings of lovers lost and found, of journeys yet to start,
His music stirs the solitudes that linger in the heart.
The distant hills hold secrets that the stars have never told,
A lonely whisper calls our names, inviting us to unfold.
With every step, the night reveals the paths we dare to trace,
As shadows dance and spirits rise, we find our rightful place.
So let us walk this starlit path, where every turn reveals,
A world of dreams, a tapestry that time itself conceals.
With echoed laughter in the air, we’ll weave our story’s strand,
Through dusty roads and fading light, together we will stand.
As dawn begins to break the night, with colors soft and true,
We’ll carry forth these cherished tales, painted in morning dew.
For every heart that finds its voice, in this enchanting land,
Shall know the joy of wanderers, united hand in hand.
Folk
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