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The hour is coming, shadows grow tall,
With the hopes that await, one and all.
In the darkened alleys, they seek a fight,
Against the 'maybes' and 'not quites' of the night.
I'm tossing the suns that I once did create,
What use are these suns, now it's too late?
When you asked if the moons always come in pairs,
I felt like I was caught in unending snares.
You thought I'd change the world, but how?
When does the window for wishes open, now?
At twelve, at one, or maybe two?
Wait right there, I won't be overdue.
I'm turning the words, upside down they go,
Arguing with mirrors, putting on a show.
I'll relight the stars that faded away,
Don't be afraid; I won't delay.
The shadows have stretched, haunting the past,
It's getting dark, and you know it won't last.
I won't be late; you can trust my vow,
I'll reach you somehow, I won't allow.
Oh, and I forgot to mention this, my dear,
The light that dances in your eyes, so clear,
It resembles the full moons, I suppose,
For moons, my love, always come in twos.
In the silence of night, we'll find our way,
Through the darkest hours, we'll make our play.
With your hand in mine, we'll chase the dawn,
Together, my love, we'll carry on.
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