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These glowing summer nights used to be endless-
The celestial curtain filled to the brim with infinite possibilities,
Ceaseless, opaque gloom with no bound.
All grasped the potential for greatness:
A twilight of unexpected wonders,
Shadows of shivering spontaneity,
Midnight marvels,
Nocturnal darkness- without color, but brightened
By our rosed cheeks and our murky hearts,
That beat with excitement, powered by the shimmering lights above
The dark meadow where I lay,
All curls, smooth palms, and sun-dressed joy
With you, as we count the stars and dreams
That will rise with the sun and be lost to us forever,
For we can only recognize them when it is just us and the dark.
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