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Holding hands at the cusp of twilight
In tune to Elysium, humming...
The western shore at sunset,
Colors transform...
To the majesty of stars,
Dreams meld into myth...
Mists hover over wet lands,
I follow his footprints in the dew...
Crickets and frogs sing praises,
I hold my hand and wait...
Dawn to the East will rise again
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