In the rapture where silence sleeps,
the stars hum songs known to none.
Luna weaves a tapestry of sounds,
threads spun from silver and dusk.
Gentle winds caress the timeless tune,
whispers that the oceans keep close.
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Silent symphonies wrapped in tender breaths,
another tale awaits.
A rhythmic dance, void and voice entwined,
an eternal echoing of silent grace.