the sunset
i sit out alone at night
sunset so bright
falling asleep
counting sheep
singing
new hit on my phone
ring
wish love was here
when yet i still watch this sunset
i got up looked at the water
went swimming
but the sun came up so i just go home
sleeping crying waiting till the next sunset.
the clock ticks, the birds chirk, oh how i wish it was sunset again.
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