The illusion where all stars hide,
and the sea that's full of unexpected tides.
The cloak that blinds us in the most bind situations.
In where silence speaks,
when we listen to the pump of our heartbeats.
In the strums of unexplainable thoughts,
in when no music is brought.
In each, relates the splices we take in ever smiles.
No-one, until the end of this chapter,
until our specters may not see each other.
May change those pages you have left,
as any suns lasts as it may set.
Awaits the most preferred chapter,
on our dreams happily ever-after.
For in that star of our jar ,
shall not run out of light for the rest of our night.
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