In the whispered moments before dawn, we find our reflections.
LYRICS:
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Beneath the glow of the low-lit fire, shadows dance on weathered wood,
Pages stained with quiet thoughts, way past the final word.
Leaf-whispered secrets sway in the cool midnight breeze,
Ink smudged dreams cast in muted earth tones, fading with ease.
Soft rustles from the pines, a lullaby for my mind,
Old typewriter’s gentle clack, leaving echoes that unwind.
Morning waits in the stillness, just beyond the windowpane,
But here in the calm, I find peace in the midnight’s quiet rain.
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