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The colors swirl,
on the midnight sky, as the lights from the city reflect upon the clouds. The moon lies behind them, still and white, waiting for her chance to take the stage and shine. But the lights and the clouds pale her complexion and she fades farther into the midnight sky. A last forgotten jewel, in a discarded crown, that is hidden away From a world too jaded to care.
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