It’s midnight of the Fire MoonI’m casting a spell on you. Like jasmine blooming in the dark, A memory drifting through. Under the Fire Moon, silver and gold, The oldest stories remain untold. No spell can force what isn’t true, But the Fire Moon may lead me to you. Every ember finds the air, Every tide returns the sea. Some doors open without a key When love is meant to be. Under the Fire Moon, stars align, A turning tide, a hidden sign. When morning comes, you’ll only know Something called you long ago.
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