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In twilight’s hush, where dreams are spun,

The golden sun bids day’s farewell.

Beneath the sky, where stars have run,

The whispers of the night do swell.

In quiet corners, shadows dance,

The moonlight paints the world anew.

With every step, a fleeting chance,

To find a path, both old and true.

The echoes of the past still hum,

In secret gardens, hearts are free.

Beneath the silvered sky, we come,

To weave our stories, you and me.

Through every night and dawning day,