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MY SETTING SUN
Here comes my setting sun,
My time is fading, my race is run.

Some hearts may grow heavy with pain,
Yet let not their tears fall like rain.

Goodbye, my friends, my family dear,
And the withered friend I once held near.

The sun has set, my journey's done,
At last, I rest in tranquil sun.
Written by
Cheng-et Teronpi  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Mary Huxley and Marc Morais
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