In the quiet of the evening, your voice takes flight,
A melody so sweet, under the moon's soft light.
I hum along, though my notes may falter,
Listening from afar, my heart grows softer.
Your song dances through the air, a serenade so pure,
In the distance, I find solace, in your voice's gentle cure.
Though my tune may waver, and my voice may stray,
In your distant song, I find my own way.
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