In the quiet summer night,
Light shining from a great height,
Searching until morning light.
We hold strong with all our might
That we find what we’re searching for,
Before night ends and shuts its door.
We need to find her before it’s too late.
We refuse to leave this up to mere fate.
A shout, a cry is heard in the dark.
It must be her alone in the park.
The light shines on her pretty face.
She sees us and picks up her pace.
She is crying and laughing at the same time.
A perfect ending to this story of mine.

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