In the stillness of the twilight, gnome voices weave,
A tapestry of stars and secrets softly spoken,
Their words are a waltz, a gentle autumn breeze,
Carrying whispers from the heart of the unseen.
Do you hear the crystal streams, where echoes find rest?
Gnome hands caress the shimmering stones, a lover's touch,
They sing of moonlit gardens, of dreams untold,
A ballad of time, wrapped in velvet night.
Everlasting crickets serenade the whispers,
In the realm of the forgotten, where wishes bloom,
Gnome hearts beat in sync with the earth's quiet sigh,
Embracing the pulse of the world, eternal and free.
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