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The clouds rolled past the lonesome moon

Quiet, except for the whispers

The night played on

The grass was wet on my slippers

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I watched and listened

In hushed tones, the night spoke

Its own language, inaudible

Punctuated by the frog’s croak

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Somewhere in my full memory

Those moments still reverberate

That night you came to me

Your words in my ear, sealed my fate