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The flickering light of a silver candle, Reflects upon the desolate canvas of a room, Holding in hand a delicate silk fan, Gently brushing against the fireflies in bloom. The stone steps in the veil of night, Cool as the touch of water’s embrace, Sitting in silence, gazing afar, Upon the Weaver and Cowherd stars, in their celestial grace.