Violaceous Nght
As the moon takes proper setting
Behind such misty clouds,
What if one knew our sun
Would never again be aroused,
Yet its mighty warmth reachs
Our indistinctive sphere,
Dawn now everlasting,
No more sunset of the morrow
No more sight of the flight,
No more sparrows in the violaceous night
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