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In the quiet hum of the eveningsky,
Wheredreams and shadows softlylie,
Thebreeze beginsits gentle roam,
Itwhispers tales of lands afar,
Of silentseas and distantstars,
And carries withithearts anddreams,
Like rivers flowing in silver streams.
Yet inits touch, solight, sopure,
There’smagic thatwill long endure,
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