Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Our love was but a fleeting dream,
A delicate dance of shadows cast,
Upon the canvas of the night's dark seam.
Yet in the moment of our eclipse,
When shadows swallowed the light,
We found a love that burned even brighter,
A flame that raged against the night.
For in the darkness, our love was born,
A beacon of hope in the starless sky,
And though the eclipse may come and go,
Our love will never fade or die.
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