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Sunset
We know the sun will set,
No mystery there,
But still we mark the manner of its going
We squint, we shade our eyes
We take a chair
And search to see what augury it’s showing
The worst of lousy days
Can be repaired
If sunset’s fire sets grey-sky embers glowing
We seek redemption there
As our days end
We yearn to know the secret beyond knowing

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