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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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