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Silent Sunset

Sunset is a pretty thing, so bathed in mystery,

And yet it is the saddest thing, when drenched with memory,

Sodden sunset soak the tears,

That fall so endlessly,

Silent sunset take my hand, and bring me down with thee.

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Published: Sep 11, 2015
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Tags: #sadness #end #loss #sunset #release

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