The setting Sun
The sun sets down,
And we all look up again,
To see the bright setting sun.
The blue sky bathes itself,
With the rays of the setting sun.
So red is the sky and so exquisite,
Is that sight!
So beautifully the sun slithers,
Behind the snowy mountains,
Until the stars fill the dark sky
And we all fall into deep slumber
Where everything is peaceful and quite again!
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