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Underneath the material of a velvet evening, Stars murmur privileged insights, sparkling brilliant. The moon, a watchman, watches with care, Enlightening dreams drifting in the air.

In the calm first light, a pot sings, Steam rising like murmurs, trusts taking wing. Strides on the floor, a delicate beat, The world blends conscious, delicate and sweet.

Toward the beginning of the day light, a brilliant tone, The world stirs, new and new. Steam twists from a cup, warm and welcoming, Each taste a second, delicately lighting.

In the calm of the evening, a world unfurls, Where murmurs of plausibility flash stories untold. Stars become guides, enlightening the way, As hearts take off in the radiance of the Smooth Way.

In tranquility they stand, antiquated and astute, Murmuring mysteries underneath rambling skies. Their foundations interweave, an organization inconspicuous,

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On the wall, it hangs so still, A ticking voice, a peaceful will. With each second, delicate and slow, It denotes the time, both high and low. Its hands clear round, both strong and slight,

A room stops, with walls so uncovered, Holding murmurs in the quiet air. Once loaded up with voices, chuckling brilliant, Presently shadows dance in pale twilight. The wood planks squeak,

The branches uncovered, the breezes develop cold, The last leaf grips, its story told. It shudders there, in sundown's hold, A blaze of life, both valiant and intense.