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Sunset

1999–2000

A fiery ball of fire sinks into the horizon The day is over, the dark blanket of night Wrapping itself around the world; Soon the last wisps of golden light Fade into the darkness; Then, slowly, tiny punctures appear, Dotting the inky black sky.

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