Sunset
Sunset
It is that time of day
Where I look to the West and pray
Few eyes burn with delight
Yearning for the few colors in sight
Those beautiful colors that turn from orange to grey
The moon will soon help me discover
With night no longer hidden
I shall not remain forbidden
This is my time of day
But night will not stay
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