A tapestry of yearning etched in starlight,
where whispers of kindred spirits entwine and soar.
No echo lost, no teardrop falls unheeded,
for solace blooms in echoes from every shore.
The moon, a silver chalice, brims with understanding,
its luminescence bathing wounds in gentle grace.
In hushed confessions, whispered starlit prayers,
find solace, lonely heart, in this star-strewn space.
For though shadows linger,...
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