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Under the silver gaze of the moon so bright, A broken girl whispers into the night. “Stars in the heavens, do you weep as I do? Or are tears merely dew, shining through?”

In fields where the darkness holds tight embrace, Her shadowed eyes trace the moon’s pale face. “Does the moonlight mend hearts torn apart, Or does it merely shine on a shattered heart?”

“Once dreams like stars danced bright and clear, Now dimmed by sorrow, clouded by fear. Is loneliness the price for the dreams we chase? Is the night’s embrace cold, without a trace?”

With each gentle breeze that stirs the air, Her voice grows fainter, tinged with despair. “Oh moon, tell me why must this heartache last? Does the pain ebb only when the night has passed?”

In whispers she asks, “Do stars ever fall, Or do they too suffer, silent through it all?” She sighs, a silhouette under lunar light, A lonely soul clad in the armor of night.

“Will there be a dawn where my heart feels free, Or is this night endless, as it seems to be?” Each word a petal dropped from a blooming sorrow, Wondering quietly, will hope come with the morrow?

“Dear moon, keep my secrets, hold them tight, For in this field, I find solace in your light.” A broken girl with a heart so torn, Seeking peace in a world, forlorn.