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Two silhouettes,
In the back of a truck
At the top of the hill
In the parking lot.

Two souls,
Gazing at the moon,
Just before the sky turns black
And the sun sinks in fading blue.

Two voices,
Soft in the dying light.
The night is quiet.
The stars begin to shine.

Two memories,
Sharing a moment,
The day is done,
Stealing away from all the noise,
Two stories become one.





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