​Quiet nights be our witness, 

and starry skies 

do see, 

This night would listen, and so would many, 

that are yet 

to be, 

The little tales of charm we seek, 

woven with 

moonbeams,

Of how we loved and unmade ourselves 

in our 

living dreams.

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