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softly sing, And moonlight kissed the windowsills like whispers on the wing. Dreams were stitched with silver threads and laughter filled the air, The world still held its colors then, untouched by dread or care. We danced in gardens made of light, beneath a sky so wide, Not knowing that the...

There was a time before the chime, when stars would softly sing, And moonlight kissed the windowsills like whispers on the wing. Dreams were stitched with silver threads and laughter filled the air, The world still held its colors then, untouched by dread or care. We danced in gardens made of...

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