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Standing on the walls of Troy,
Troilus waved at the Greeks in despair,
Yet Cressida never returned to light up his day.
The mystical night displayed its entice, echoing vice.

Thisbe fled away from a lion in horror,
Leaving behind, her cloak and Pyramus so broke.
They entreated their souls to heaven
And the mystical night with memories awoke.

Holding in her hand a willow,
Dido walked on the seashore of life.
Aeneas never returned, narrowing his heart.
That is when the mystical nights explained their strife.

Exploring vast forests and trenches,
Jason found salvation in Medea.
They won the golden fleece after searching for long
And the mystical night sailed the win, into the sea.

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|Ever read The Merchant of Venice?|
||The inspiration for this piece from Act V, Scene I of merchant of Venice, where Jessica and Lorenzo indulge in a beautiful talk about what happens on moonlit nights ||

|| The talks include narratives of the stories, dystopian and utopian, regarding famous love stories ||
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