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The setting sun casts its last strength into the world, Through the trees, through the leaves, Painting a golden hue. End of a day, with such a departure divine, Painting a piece of heaven, Here on earth. The last rays of gold escape through his fingers, As he holds up his palm wide, Night is nigh. But next day shall arise a sun even grander, For those who wish to see, For those who wish to seek, For those who wish to live.
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
The Golden Sun
The setting sun casts its last strength into the world, Through the trees, through the leaves, Painting a golden hue. End of a day, with such a departure divine, Painting a piece of heaven, Here on earth. The last rays of gold escape through his fingers, As he holds up his palm wide, Night is nigh. But next day shall arise a sun even grander, For those who wish to see, For those who wish to seek, For those who wish to live.
Walking through the woods in a sunny evening...
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
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