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Moon-kissed waters rippling in eternity
And a shadow hesitates between trees
Flickering lights twinkle in the distance
The quiet company of soft breeze

Imaginary silence, where the light shines brighter
Melancholy playing clouds
Hovering around in happy abandon
Wisps of joy for the night

There's a little girl, far off on a lonely shore
Where the grass is not too heavy, and light, not too bright
Where her shadows cannot find her
Where her silhouette falls on the moon

Hushed.
She makes her fingers dance
To the strange rhythms in her head

Breeze comes to her, playful
She smiles and gulps it in
Flowers bloom in her heart
She can smell meadows and dew-touched grass
Against an azure sky

Dreams, flitting through her eyes
They have no tears, and not a smile
But they glisten with hope for hope

Stars falling from the sky
She makes a wish
Not fervent, not feverish

And so she passes through the night.