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(Attachment Link) In the eclipse of the moon They say promises made Are never broken It’s those soft whispers spoken Playing by the zephyrs of the windSharpening the strings of my heartIn time and In tune To yours Those special wordsYour lips impart Please accept my handLet’s initialize Our trips across the lands Hand in hand We start ~Divine