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In the stillness of the night, when dreams take flight,
I see the remnants of the promises we made.
In whispers soft and light, a fragile spark,
A tapestry of moments we won't let fade.
Promises, woven in the starlight,
Bound by the beating of our hearts.
Promises, standing through the midnight,
A vow that time can't tear apart.
Through the storms we faced, and the tears we chased,
Our promises remained like silent sentinels.
With every whispered word, our souls were stirred,
Together, we could conquer any spells.
Promises, woven in the starlight,
Bound by the beating of our hearts.
Promises, standing through the midnight,
A vow that time can't tear apart.
Even when the world around us shatters,
And the skies above turn gray,
Our promises, like ancient letters,
Will guide us on our way.
Promises, woven in the starlight,
Bound by the beating of our hearts.
Promises, standing through the midnight,
A vow that time can't tear apart.
In the end, we'll find, with hearts entwined,
That our promises were never just a dream.
For in the silent night, our love's true light,
Will shine forever, an eternal gleam.
