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In the realm of shadows deep and dark, There prowls a cat with a noble spark. Shms' friend, the prince of night's silent reign, With eyes that gleam like moonlit terrain.
His fur, a cloak of midnight hue, Conceals a heart both brave and true. In silent strides, he roams the night, A guardian of secrets, a silent knight.
With each soft step, he leaves no trace, A ghostly presence in the moon's embrace. Yet in his gaze, a warmth so bright, A beacon of hope in the darkest night.
Oh, Shms, with your regal grace, You fill our hearts with boundless space. A king of shadows, a friend so dear, In your presence, there's naught to fear.
So roam, oh prince, through shadows deep, Your spirit strong, your watch we'll keep. For in your eyes, we find our light, Guiding us through the darkest night.

