Silver is the mist of breath in the pale moon light.
Gone is the time which our memories hold.
Yet forever in our hearts will the remain as gold.
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| Pink is a flower blooming in the serenity of night. Silver is the mist of breath in the pale moon light. Gone is the time which our memories hold. Yet forever in our hearts will the remain as gold. |
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