It was a century ago
when the stars lit in a gleaming sky-
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Over the horizon we watched
the midnight blue
Still etched in your eyes
The crystal surface of a glistening pearl
adorned in the night sky
sang out its melody.
A whisper to the soul, it was
a song for our beating hearts,
an anthem that we called our own,
grooving until the night has passed.
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As the clock struck twelve
and the shadows lurked,
the midnight chime rose
and marked our hearts.
And as the night fades,
the yearning in our hearts
defies its steady rhythm
to beat with the thrashing winds.
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Was it us who sang
of the growing trees?
Us who danced to the spring fly’s tune,
or mere shadows strung together
by threads so thin
that we collapsed,
and never were we to rise again.
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It was a century ago
when we met across the starlit field
A hundred years have passed
yet we still sing to the midnight chime.
