purple twilight
The moments before midnight
Were so very avid explaining,
The seconds before the night
Were seeking a plan to say,
The minutes before the dawn
Were giving a callers praise,
The hours of waiting dusk
Were sending impulses of glee,
The days of relentless dark
Were hoping for forever was!
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