The moon hung low, a silent witness to the dance of two tangled souls, each breath a sonnet unuttered, each heartbeat a note lost in celestial symphony.
In the garden of secret longs, where the fragrance of untold dreams blossomed, lovers wove whispers into the fabric of night.
Do the stars, with all their whispers, remember the songs sung by the galaxies in the eyes of unquenched lovers?
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