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The sunset;
Is a rose---
Dying in the night,
Dripping and glistening blood;
That blossoms into---
A pattern across the stars,
A rainbow in the sky,
A mix of trumpeting and chiming colors,
Swirling lights that dance among the heavens,
Across the horizon;
Into the infinite
Dusk.
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