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A Standing Overture

In twilight's glow where echoes meet, The crowd ignites on jubilant feet. With raucous cheer, their spirits dance, As voices rise in joyous trance. A symphony of hearts aligned, In every sound, a pulse refined. Together bound, with hopes embraced, In laughter's arms, the night is graced.

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A Standing Overture