In the stillness of 3 AM's embrace,
My heart recalls her tender grace.
Under moonlit skies, I reminisce,
Her laughter's melody, I dearly miss.

Silent hours, shadows deep,
Yearning for her, I cannot sleep.
Her absence echoes in the night,
A void within, an empty sight.

Her whispers linger in my ear,
Her touch, a memory held dear.
I close my eyes and feel her near,
Yet, solitude's weight, I must bear.

In dreams, she dances through my mind,
A love once cherished, now confined.
Oh, how I long to hold her tight,
In the quiet hours of the night.

The hours pass, the night grows old,
As memories of her unfold.
At 3 AM, my heart sighs,
Missing her with tearful eyes.
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