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Jul 2015
In the sky so high, the weary sun did sigh,
Her glazed eyes grew dim, as she bid day goodbye.
She'd shone bright and strong, but now her light was spent,
And so she slipped away, as the night's curtain was rent
Written by
Stu Harley
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