Слова мои. Аранжировка при помощи ИИ
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Oh, how enchanted life would be, hadst thou thought of me,
In this serenity of moonlight, wild and free,
To share these moments, basking in the starry night,
With every heartbeat, beating as one, in love's sweet delight.
But alas, fate keeps us worlds apart,
Poles opposite, like fire and liquid art,
Sun and moon in discordant harmony,
A chasm deep, where bridges seem impossible to see.
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