In the dance of space, a tale untold,
Gravity's grip, once firm and bold,
Now falters, whispers lost in air,
Celestial bodies, free from its snare.
The fall of gravity, a cosmic shift,
Planets and stars adrift,
In weightless waltz, they embrace the night,
A symphony of motion, formed of pure delight.
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