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The night is a mystery, a wondrous sight

A canvas of stars shining so bright

The moon's soft glow, a comforting sight

As darkness descends, the world comes alive

The night is a whisper, a silent sound

A gentle breeze, that floats around

The rustle of leaves, a soothing sound

As the world settles in, for a peaceful night's round

The night is a storyteller, a mystical realm

A place of secrets, a sacred helm

The tales it weaves, can overwhelm

As the night takes hold, of your heart's helm

The night is a dreamer, a magical flight

A place of wonder, where anything is right

As your mind takes flight, to new heights

The night is a haven, where dreams take flight

So embrace the night, in all its glory

Let it be your muse, your untold story

For in the night, lies a world of mystery

And it's up to you, to unlock its history.

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