A Cosmic dance, souls align,
Weaving magic in the cracks of time.
Lightning flashes between atmospheres,
Blue blood bleeds in a rain of tears.
The angels stop for stolen breath,
The daytime gives itself in death.
A chance so rare, a fleeting bliss,
Eโen the nights first star will make a wish.
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