In the realm where stars confide,Resides a garden, time's quiet stride.Where whispers ride on zephyr's wing,And laughter dances in echoes' ring.A symphony spun from cosmic dust,Where galaxies weave tales robust.A melody hummed by celestial strings,As constellations paint secret things.Amidst the silence, the cosmos sighs,A celestial ballet under infinite skies.Worlds unknown in their cosmic trance,A timeless waltz, a cosmic dance."Stellar Serenade: The Celestial Ballet
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