I walk beneath the silver sky, The stars above, the night nearby. The quiet hums, the shadows stay, They guide my heart along the way.
I love the calm, the gentle air, The peace that whispers everywhere. The world is loud, but here it's still, A place where dreams can have their fill.
Yet if the silence stays too long, It turns my joy to sorrow's song. The hush that once was sweet and kind Can weave dark thoughts into my mind.
So let me rest where moonlight glows, Where solitude in beauty flows. I like the night, the calm, the free— But not the ache of misery.
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