The moon is shining,
the night is coming in,
the stars are falling from above,
the lights are growing dim,
trees sway to the rhythmic wind,
and twining souls are giving in.
The wood is old and the air is thick,
our hearts are pounding,
the silent beat gives a kick.
Tonight's a night for history,
for memories to seep through the air,
so that old dances can be remembered,
but we are the only ones aware.
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