Sunset
The sky is washed with pinks and blues, yellow, red and orange, too.
Steadily melting into night, out peek the stars so bright.
Up comes the big silver moon, eerie light in a plume.
Slowly slipping up the east, the sun shows itself, a glowing beast.
Steadily melting into night, out peek the stars so bright.
Up comes the big silver moon, eerie light in a plume.
Slowly slipping up the east, the sun shows itself, a glowing beast.
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