The clockwork stars hum softly tonight,
Their ancient clock hands gliding
Over skies dyed in midnight's embrace.
Between the gears of time and space,
Whispers weave like silver threads
The tale of Orion's forgotten dreams.
In this cosmos of mechanized whims,
Where stars tick like timepieces,
Listen to the echoes of a heart made of stardust.
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