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It arcs above the sleeping stream
Its stones are washed in silver gleam
Each step you take is cooled by night
Each breath is steeped in starlit light
The wind runs soft the sky feels near
The water hums for those who hear
And in the glow you start to feel—
How sky and earth can make one seal
You say the soul should walk this way
Between the dark and break of day
To keep its foot on steady stone—
Yet let the stars still guide it home
By dawn the bridge grows pale and still
The stream hums low beyond the hill
And in your mind it shines again—
When night and stars return as friends
