Very picturesque.
The sky is painted crimson-gold with swords of orange and red And clouds of cotton candy pink form above my head. The sun is setting on the hills, its golden warmth is gone. Tomorrow morning it will bring a new day with the dawn. And as it slowly sinks and fades,. I wish a fond farewell, 'cause what tomorrow has for me, only time can tell. |
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