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The Night Sky

The velvet sky in silence deep, Holds whispered dreams the stars still keep. A silver moon begins to rise, Its gentle glow lights up the skies.

Each star a story, bright, untold, A spark of fire from ages old. The night becomes a quiet sea, Of endless space and mystery.

Beneath its dome, the world feels small, Yet safe beneath that cosmic hall. The night sky sings, both near and far, We’re made of stardust—what we are.