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Oh, look at the sun, it's all aglow
Slow burning star, sinking low
Heaven knows where you go
Out of sight, out of minds eye, no
Oh, such a shame, you must leave
All day long you were a friend to me
Still the moon's company
Until morning when larks will sing
Horizon's appointment you'll keep
For sunswept flamingos must sleep
Scenes like these from my dreams
Cover cutting-room floors all over
Warm heart we spin slowly from view
Why are you sad, do you disapprove?
How we've wasted our time
Sunset, end of my day, my decline
Postscript you trace colors the sky
Red-letter light fades, is filed away
Sunburst fingers you raise
One last sigh of farewell, goodbye
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