We are two wanderers who tame the night, who have the gypsy moon to guide our trails, who follow drifting winds away from sight, allured by midnight hours, like nightingales. For us, the vagrant stars enhance their shine, to let us count them from beneath the trees. The passing night surrounds us like a shrine, while in your arms I live my reveries. Together we compose a perfect pair, like palms that wait for tranquil winds to sway, or nights the pensive moon prefers to share with gleaming stars that fill the Milky Way. Among the foamy waves that rest upon the shores, we let love be and warm the dawn.
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