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The night is full of wonder and mystery, a place where shadows creep and imaginations roam
It belongs to the free, a muse for the writers and poets, where words dance and songs drift in the dark skies.
The night is for the thinkers and challengers of conformity; it's for the wanderers and for the dreamers, for the rebels and philosophers.
A lover that returns with every sunset and offers its peaceful embrace and releases you from the binding chains of the light.
The night is magic. A whisper, A canvas that brings ideas to life and a stage for the truth, because in the sun, there is no truth.
The night is pure, it is transcendent and it is ours.
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