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Ribbons of purple and gold Scatter across the sky Against rose colored buildings Like a Monet painting Hot pink sundown A bright golden ball slowly lowers Another day is closing Nighttime awaits in the wings Hot pink sundown There’s a small sliver of moon Sitting high up in the sky Against the gray blue backdrop Almost invisible Hot pink sundown The air is crisp and cool It’s wintertime once again Animals and people bundled up Staying off the cold Hot pink sundown Small white lights abound Decorating a terrace A remnant of the season past Offering a welcome feeling Darkness is not far behind Welcoming in a new night Hot pink sundown
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
Hot Pink Sundown
Ribbons of purple and gold Scatter across the sky Against rose colored buildings Like a Monet painting Hot pink sundown A bright golden ball slowly lowers Another day is closing Nighttime awaits in the wings Hot pink sundown There’s a small sliver of moon Sitting high up in the sky Against the gray blue backdrop Almost invisible Hot pink sundown The air is crisp and cool It’s wintertime once again Animals and people bundled up Staying off the cold Hot pink sundown Small white lights abound Decorating a terrace A remnant of the season past Offering a welcome feeling Darkness is not far behind Welcoming in a new night Hot pink sundown
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
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