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Aila weaves her dreams tonight
Beneath a sky of endless light
Whispers to the stars up high
In the darkness, they reply
Mountains cradle her secrets dear
Threads of magic shining clear
From rare plants, her stories spun
Stars above, each one a sun
Harmony among the stars
Whispers echo near and far
Glistening in the midnight air
Every night, they meet her there
As the village softly sleeps
She crafts patterns that the night keeps
Gifted weaver of the night
Stars and Aila’s art unite
Silent tales the stars convey
Woven softly in the twilight's sway
In her eyes, their secrets beam
Weaving threads of starlit dreams
Harmony in every strand
Stories from the stars at hand
With rare plants’ magic in her thread
She weaves dreams that will never fade
Underneath the starry dome
Aila finds a place called home
In each weave, a cosmic tale
Guided by the starlight trail
Her dreams forever shine
In the stars' eternal line
