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In the quiet hum of the evening sky,
Where dreams and shadows softly lie,
The breeze begins its gentle roam,
It whispers tales of lands afar,
Of silent seas and distant stars,
And carries with it hearts and dreams,
Like rivers flowing in silver streams.
Yet in its touch, so light, so pure,
There’s magic that will long endure,
For every whisper, every sigh,
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