We quelled our thirst on soft words and glasses of sweet memories.
We dove into the ether of the night and found songs of discourse, born of art, love, divine insight, and wine.
Nothing seemed common. All was delight.
The night cradled the blue moon and our endeavors in libation.
We all smiled, night flowers blooming with joy.
Cheeks flushed with candid talk.
All under the arc of luna.
Nothing seemed common. All was delight.
The night cradled the blue moon and our endeavors in libation.
We all smiled, night flowers blooming with joy.
Cheeks flushed with candid talk.
All under the arc of luna.
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