In the darkness of the night,
As the moon casts its eerie light,
A shadow dances on the wall,
Moving with the rhythm of it all.

Silent and mysterious,
It seems almost mischievous,
Flitting from here to there,
As if it has not a care.

It follows wherever I go,
A faithful companion, don't you know,
A constant reminder of my form,
And the shape that keeps me warm.

Though it may seem to be my twin,
It's a dark and shadowy kin,
A reflection of my every move,
Yet somehow still it seems to groove.

So let it dance and play,
In the darkness, it will stay,
A shadow of what I am,
And a reminder of what I can.

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