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It’s a warm August night,

a breeze wafts through the air,

trees smoothly swaying in the wind’s gentle might,

a billion points of wonder glow as if only for me,

while the moon shines on in ever bright,

the steady rhythm of oceans washes at my feet,

here and now, so much is right

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