The Moon told me a secret.
It whispered through the trees.
Just between me and the Moon,
And the hushing of the breeze.
The stars are lockets of memories,
Holding fast to time.
Time for you to look to the sky,
For this twinkling of a rime.
Where the dark ones are,
The stars will be there too.
Breaking through the darkness,
Unlocking time for you.
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